I bought a Ford from one of the guys who had just quit (quitting was a problem for the dam builders as there was never enough workers, those days it was easy to find work so if guys wanted a little vacation they knew that they could easily sign up again) With four drivers we could make it to Vancouver in a day. Which we did whenever we got a three day weekend. Turn around was mighty abrupt but the trips were necessary for sanity.
This area was under water millions of years ago. During my time there a crew discovered what appeared to be dinosaur tracks. We went out to have a look. The tracks were about 12 inches wide (clearly a big fellow) and he must have been walking on hind legs. The trail was probably a couple of hundred feet long. Somewhere halfway along another, much smaller dinosaur crossed the path. It gave me the weirdest feeling standing next to million year old foot prints.
Somebody, I can’t remember who (maybe you, Gord?) gave me the rock above .
The dam on a Sunday (click on the above to find out what the fuss was all about). With all the machines and trucks parked neatly. That’s the future Williston Lake behind. The Safety regulations were strict. I saw a man fired because he left a board with the nails sticking up. In the ten year construction thousands of workers (mostly men) were employed.
1966 Hudson-Hope
Speaking of the beer parlour I happened to be friends with a guy (guess who) who happened to have latched onto one of the few women in camp. So, when we sat down at a table we never had to buy beer. It arrived regularly from moon struck love sick men who just enjoyed being in the same room with a female.