
It’s hard to believe that it’s been thirty years since I got my first camera. Things sure have changed a lot since then, more so because thirty years ago I was using a thirty year old camera! My photographic skill was far from honed, so you’ll see pictures here that range from “eh” to “ugh,” but I like to think that there’s a hint of what was to come in some of the photos below. Join me for a trip through memory lane as I share those early pictures with you, starting with the very first photograph I ever took.
The Year One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty Nine
My First Road Trip
1989 was the year I learned that I really love to travel. My brother was living in North Carolina and a friend had just moved to Denver. So I bought plane tickets to fly out of Denver and hit the road. I drove my ’85 Honda Civic from Los Osos to Denver to visit my friend, and from there I flew to North Carolina, then back to Denver and the drive home.
Driving up I-15 in southwestern Utah I saw a sign pointing to Zion National Park off the next exit. There was no mileage on it, but I had a few days to get to Denver so timing wasn’t important. I had no idea how far off the highway the park would be, but I was out on the road for the first time and just had to go. I didn’t know if it was going to be 2 miles or 200 miles, and it didn’t matter.
I hadn’t been to a National Park before, and this trip forged my love for the U.S. National Park system. I continued north to I-70, then east to Arches National Park. I had never seen anything like it, and to this day some of my favorite destinations are the Utah National Parks.
From Arches I continued on to Denver, where I parked my car at the airport and flew out to North Carolina.

It’s been a really long time and I can’t remember where this grove is, just that it was somewhere between Arches National Park and Denver. It was the first time I’d ever seen white trees.
After spending a couple of weeks in North Carolina, I returned to Denver for the drive home. My favorite destination on the return trip was Mesa Verde National Park in southwestern Colorado.
I continued into Arizona with stops at Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park, Grand Canyon National Park, & Meteor Crater.
I shot 13 rolls of film on the North Carolina trip. What I didn’t know at the time was that my aging Aries Viscount was dying, and the shutter didn’t trip on about half the pictures. Roll after roll of film had large blank sections – especially tragic was Mesa Verde, where I took the time to photograph every ruin I saw but only came back with a few images.
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety
1990 was another big year for travel. 1st I drove across the country with my brother, all the way from Paso Robles, California, to Durham, North Carolina. Then I took another road trip to Vancouver, Canada.

When we set off on our cross-country trip our course took us through Yosemite. Being California Natives, we had been to the park a few times before so we thought we’d drive straight through with minimal stops. At the entrance gate we asked the ranger how long traversing the park would take, and when she said four hours we thought that was a serious overestimation. Since we wouldn’t be stopping it shouldn’t take but a couple of hours. So we went through, ended up stopping all along the way, and made it to the east gate in almost exactly four hours
The two photos of Saint Louis below are from the cross-country trip. The photo of my Honda in the Redwoods is from my trip to Vancouver.
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety One
The photos below are near the town I lived in between 1974 and 1999. The first three from Black Hill in Morro Bay, and the motorcycle photo was from the top of Cuesta Ridge between San Luis Obispo and Atascadero.
The photo of the mustard flowers was on Old Creek Road that goes through the hills between Cayucos, California, and Highway 46. I am lucky to live is this area. I’ve often said that if I had passed though an area like this in all of my travels, I’d want to move here.
The photos below are from the San Luis Obispo train station. I was heavily into trains in the ’90s and 2000s, and have more photos than I probably should of the subject. The locomotive below is painted in what was called the “Kodachrome” scheme, a name taken from the color slide film that Paul Simon didn’t want his momma taking from him. Of course, over the years both disappeared.
Another year, another road trip. This was my first time traveling with a companion. My cousin knew of my love for the road, and so he suggested that we meet at his home in San Jose and head north to wherever we ended up. Each night we arrived at a motel with no idea where we would be the next day. This was a great way to travel when I could tell my boss that I was heading on a road trip and would call him when I got back to town. I’m not sure that would work anymore. I’ve grown accustomed to having a plan and actually getting to my daily destination while there’s still light in the sky.
My second trip of 1991 was to visit my brother back east. He had moved from North Carolina and was now living just outside of Philadelphia. I flew out to see him with the same cousin from the Idaho trip, and we made daily road trips from our Philadelphia base.

This is Penn’s Cave in Centre Hall, Pennsylvania. It was a slow day and it was just me, my cousin, and the tour guide driving the boat. We told him that he could skip the spiel and we would just enjoy the view, but it was not to be. He pointed his light as we passed by the named landmarks and droned on and on: “An Elephant’s Butt,” he would seem to say as we first saw a formation. Then, as we passed by he repeated, “An Elephant’s…(pause)…Butt.”

The Capitol Building from the top of the Washington Monument. When visiting the National Mall we asked someone where the Smithsonian Institution was. We were pointed in every direction. All of the buildings lining the mall between the Washington Monument and the Capitol building in this picture are buildings of the Smithsonian.

I’m a big Star Trek fan, and have been ever since I could remember. The original 11-foot filming model hung in the Air and Space Museum when we visited in 1991. Since then has moved to the gift shop where it deteriorated as it hung there for years. In 2014 it began a two-year mission of restoration, the Smithsonian staff bringing it back to it’s original condition and put on display in the Milestones of Flight exhibit.
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Two
1992 was spent mostly near home. And by “near home” I mean anywhere within 300 miles.
Finally, some photos from Yosemite National Park in the spring of 1992.
One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Three
Many more local photos taken throughout California.
One Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety Four through Nineteen Ninety Nine
I don’t have many photos scanned from this period. I was mostly shooting slide film, plus in the late nineties all of my camera gear was stolen. My photos up until this time were printed so I could tell by the dates the photo lab put on the prints about when they were shot. With slides, I just have a box of them with no identification. Here are a few photos from the period between 1994 and 1999.
That’s the end of Part I – Go to part II, the new millennia when I move into the digital age.
Terrific! The images were well selected and the narrative was enjoyable. I look forward to seeing and reading parts 2 & 3.