pm of May 24th

Almost time to 'drop the puck' in Vancouver. Go Canucks, Go.
Well we got home and I am well into a short story. This is basically true, I've had to embellish a bit as the incident happened forty four years ago and the significance of the encounter didn't really sink in on me until many years later.
Here is a short piece of the introduction.

My three oldest sons may remember this short story.

 It was in the late summer of 1967, we lived at the Summit Lake Ranger Station about thirty miles north of Prince George. We had  had a small rash of fires but a cooler wet spell had moved in and I decided to take my family fishing to a lake called Carp Lake.

To get there we had to drive to McLeod Lake – another forty miles – then using a log raft ferry that we (forestry staff) had made, we crossed McLeod Lake to a landing spot at the beginning of the road into Carp Lake. This was actually a very rough fire access road that we had improved to four wheel drive access. Carp Lake was at the end of the road, another fifteen miles.