Pretty well in the prone position all day, sore throat chills, cough. Did go to my second chiropractor treatment. Too early to be sure but it may be helping my "carpal tunnel".
Had one call on the motor home, but then the fellow didn't show up. Oh we'll makes it easier as we need it for the next two weeks.
Oh yes I am feeling better which is good as there are things to do to get ready for the trip.
Here is a short story from one On my way! Collections.
Had one call on the motor home, but then the fellow didn't show up. Oh we'll makes it easier as we need it for the next two weeks.
Oh yes I am feeling better which is good as there are things to do to get ready for the trip.
Here is a short story from one On my way! Collections.
John and Violet
This couple was one of the exceptions to the bachelor rule. They had a forestry history before becoming Lookout Persons. John had been an Assistant Ranger from 1939 to 1946, an Acting Ranger from 1946 to 1951 then back to Assistant until 1957. They were first on Lime Lookout in the Clinton District in 1967 and 1968 and then to Begbie Lookout in 1969.
They both had exceptional “people skills”. This was the reason for the transfer to Begbie which being only a few yards off the Cariboo Highway attracted hundreds of visitors each year.
The team concept of “lookouting” worked well for them as it allowed them to take shifts when electrical storms went on for hours during the day and at night.
Those reading this may be wondering why does this couple stand out in my mind and where did our paths cross.
I met them both on the day I was born, I didn’t call them Violet and John, I called them Mom and Dad.
My Dad in an angry moment quit the Forest Service after 18 years. Every moment of the next 10 years he regretted his action and though it was obvious that he pined for the career he had left, he was too stubborn to try and go back. When the opportunity came to go on a lookout, it was my mother who made the decision. They sold their home on the Sunshine Coast and moved to Clinton living between their eight-foot camper and the 12 x 12 lookout building. They spent the ensuing winters in Mexico, Arizona and California.
Probably the years of 1967, 68 and 69 were the happiest years of their lives.
Dad died in March 1970 at age 60.
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