Dads the hardest to shop for. Or at least the one I have is and I've heard the common wisdom that middle-aged men are a pain in the ass to buy for. Something to look forward to, I guess. My millennial ass has no problem finding random trinkets and geegaws to fuel my contributions to capitalism.
I digress. Pops and I ventured to many National Parks in my youth. We hit the Tetons when I was 12 and it's one of my fondest childhood memories. Combine that with the fact that the codger fancies himself a writer in his old age and this seemed like a great gift. And it was. Old sumbitch even shed a tear or two. Getting soft in his old age. An absolutely incredible keepsake made with obvious care that I know he'll cherish for years to come. Might have to get one myself.
