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 .