Dad and Me
One of my fondest and earliest memories of my dad as a forest ranger was me as a kid riding along with him in his red ranger truck, while all of his equipment rattled and jangled around us. He had all this stuff packed away in his truck—things to be used in all manner of emergencies and daily operation. To this day such clattering in any vehicle brings me back to those times.
My dad, Frank Dorchak Jr., died in February
