My father worked for the Bureau Of Indian Affairs as a Property and Supply Officer and was transfered to Whiteriver, Arizona on the Fort Apache Indian Reservation in the winter of 1966/67. I left in 1976 when I joined the Navy, I basicly traveled the world in 4 years and could not find another place I loved as much as the White Mountains of Arizona! Until the Climate Change we are witnessing before our eyes, we "used" to have four WELL PRONOUNCED seasons, now, it appears to be only 3, at least this year........there used to be ice fishing (which I dearly love) the lakes have not frozen over enough to safely walk on in 2 years, all the hunting a man could EVER want etc, etc.
So.......tell us your story!
Dennis
