When I was a young person growing up, I had it better than the young people of today (no, waiting time). If I mean mouthed my parents (bang, no waiting time) If I did something wrong, I didn’t have to wait for a conclusion of the affair, it was right there. If I was unhappy with any thing, it didn’t take long for me to find out who was the boss. I learned all these things quickly. I feel sorry for those young persons, who have to wait to learn the order of things. Some things one can change, and other things one has to except.

The logging camp at Toba inlet is a remote place, only accessible by boat or airplane. For the first while, we went in and out by airplane, which was a seaplane, carrying seven passengers. We would come out of camp once a month for about four days home time. Eighty dollars it would cost, round trip. So having a small sixteen-foot boat, decided to go in and out by boat. It worked out quite well, except, missing the turn into the inlet a few times, and winding up at an Indian village called churchhouse. The people there were nice enough except, looking at us, (white greenhorns). Time to go home again, the boss picked us three hours late to take us to the boat. Toba inlet had a storm (five foot waves) got dark (no lights on boat) It took us many hours to get home, watching for dead heads, and other debris. Last trip in my boat, to camp. We were quite calm, I thought. Just because we had life-jackets on, doesn’t mean nothing.

Biting the hand that feeds you.

It was getting to the end of the season; the sun was shining, and smell of fall in the air. We were taken to a new patch of timber. I could hardly believe my eyes. The ground was flat. After all year on goat ground, this was flat, and the trees were standing, like cows waiting for milken time. After a couple days of work, one momma, and two cubs of raccoons started coming for lunch. They were nice having them around at lunchtime. I would give them scaps, and even brought extra for them. One day reaching out to momma with a morsel, she bit my finger, which made me angry, and I chased them up a tree. There they were looking down on me poised to fall the tree as if they were saying, woodsman, spare that tree. I was going fix them guys but my heart wasn’t in it, and I allowed them to leave. What a soft touch.

When I was a faller of trees, I worked in a lot of different logging camps. I will never forget this one, day up in toba inlet, north of Vancouver, bc.I was taken to a new patch of timber, which when I looked down, it was not strait down, but almost. When they made the road, they pushed all the hard pan down the hill, making it a layer of hard pan over the whole hill. You couldn’t walk on it without, slipping. I stood at the top of the hill, looking down, wondering if I should quit, I finally decided quitting, was not an option. So I went to work, making footholds with the axe where ever I had to walk. I fell the whole patch in this manner. When I was finished, I asked boss, how come you always put me on those goat shows. He said you will get your reward, but it will be in heaven. WELL THEN.

 When we go to the park, which is six blocks, we go on the bike. We were just getting ready to go home, when a women came running up to usand wanted to take our picture. okay. A couple of days later, she brings us this copy, and thanked us.

I have had the suggestion quite a few times to take up golf! Well I thought about it. First off, I would have to buy those funny looking, and expensive sticks. I probably could arrange that with a credit card, and stuff. But if I could hit the ball with the stick, I don’t think my dog will go and get it. He hates that hard ball in his teeth. He’s more a fluffy toy person. So taking all this into consideration, I have decided not to take up golf at this time.

 For some reason I can't put this pic into my profile. So here it is. A retired person.

I have been retired for seven years now. I am having a little trouble finding endeavours to fill my time. Anything I do, I do fast, and take’s very little time, and wind up looking for something else. Yet I am surprised I feel very light hearted. It could be my so the hell what attitude. I am still happy I retired from a job though. I guess it’s the way of retirement. It just seems to be that way. No job, No interests, No phone, No money.

More, on trip past Vegas.

Waiting around my wife’s brothers, place, was very boring. So we decided to try and find the wife’s son, who was living in southern calif, at place called lake, elsenor. There was a little town there, and after a lot of searching, found the place he was living. The shacks we came to, looked like a hippy rats nest. Cautiously we called, is anyone there. A voice said what do you want, irritated sounding. We told him and said he wasn’t there. Had gone to Huntington, beach. We decided to stay in the campsite by the slimy looking lake. It was a hot afternoon, about 95 american. The dog was having a tuff time. That night sitting around about bedtime, and hippy from the cabins shows up. I guess he took a liking to us, for not turning up our noses or throwing up, when we seen him. He had climbed the fence with his bike, and cans. He told us he was a bum, and lived on collecting cans. He stayed for two hours, and we got to like him, telling us of his adventures. Face value is misleading. What’s beneath?  Next day we went back to the curb.

Someone mentioned Vegas in their blog.

Reminded me of our trip kind of through it . We were to meet the wifes brother at his place, in southern calif, and go fishing in Utah. Going in the motor home, we had a good trip down there, staying at some good sites. We spent a couple of days on the curb, waiting for them to get ready. (You know what slow is?) Then we’re off, three cars, and a motor home across the desert. Stopped at a rest stop for a few winks, with the diesels purring in the background. Next day we hit Vegas. Quick lunch, that was it? Me with my nickel still in my pocket. (Not a gambler anyway) Up into Utah, beautiful scenery. Stopping at  a brand x site. These guys were sleeping in tents, and cars. Finally got to the fishing lake, (water in a field) After three days we realized , all we were doing is sitting the kids, and left them. Went through salt lake. (Walked in the lake, which  was, at our site. Went on up through Idaho, We liked eastern wash. Good campsites. At soap lake wash. We had trout dinner, looked like salmon steaks. They say , the trout run around 15 lb. On to home. Glad to be back.