But in the 1960s before seatbelts I remember laying down in the back with the seats folded down singing, "Yellow Polka Bikini" with a friend after we almost froze to death in the Panamint Mountains in a freak October Snowstorm in October 1960 near Telescope Peak. My Dad had to hike out because when we got back to camp from the Telescope Peak Hike there was over 1 foot of snow over the dirt roads to get to the camp site and since we didn't have chains Dad had to hike out 5 or 10 miles to get a Ranger. The Ranger had a Jeep and put us in front of him on a chain with the Mercury Stationwagon so we wouldn't go off a cliff on the way down the dirt road. Next to us the drop off was 1000 feet or more.
Then there was the time at Castle Lake at about 6000 feet in the campground there near Mt. Shasta that my Dad and I were sleeping on a foam mattress in the Stationwagon there with the rear window rolled down for air in the summer. A Buck deer with antlers stuck his head inside where our heads were and snorted in our faces in the middle of the night and scared my Dad and I awake. It was one of the strangest experiences of both our lives. When we sat up he ran away. This was about 1962.
Ours wasn't white like the one below. Ours was light blue.
So when they discontinue the Mercury this year I will always fondly remember our 1960 Mercury stationwagon. It was a very comfortable car to travel in and not a bad place to sleep in either. It was the car I took my first driving test when I got my license at age 16 in 1964. I got a 100 on the written test.
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