In the early 70s, 3 trucks went up to the Yukon. Me and G.L., his friends and S.H. and N.V. - What a blast we had going from Calgary all 3 trucks up to W.Dot. While G.L. went on to see his parents who lived in W.Dot and the other truck (sorry I do not remember their names - perhaps G.L. will fill me in on that one day) I went with S.H. and N.V. to a hippie community called Quartz Creek just outside of Cassier, B.C. This pic is so beautiful of this place in those days and I am not sure but it might be where N.W.C. and L.C lived and that might be their cabin in the background.
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The little town of Quartz Creek... Where there were more dogs than people...23 dogs and one horse named Frisky. I remember walking up from our cabin to the little cafe where Cindy use to work. One of the patrons was inside eating and 'Frisky' decided to have a look in the back of his truck. It was full of grocieries! Yum he thought, and pulled the bags of food out and shared the wealth with all his buddy dogs. The owner came out of the cafe in a rage and starting flinging his arms around to scare away the critters so he could retrieve what was left of his monthly supplies...lol.
The whole valley would get alot of snow, and it was common to shovel off the roofs to get rid of the weight. One time, there was so much snow that all the windows were covered in and a mere tunnel from our front door was the only access out. One night, while sleeping, we woke up to the sounds of strange sounds coming from our roof. 'What the...??' So after a few minutes we put our boots on and quietly stepped out to see what was going on. FRISKY and a few of his buddies were sliding down our roof! More flinging of arms!
Another memorie was when Frisky decided to go to Cassiar, which was 6 miles away. The owner, Johnny, was concerned and asked us if we could bring him back. Lindsey had a fabulous red and black, 1942 GMC 2 ton Panel truck, so off we went and saw the horse trotting down the road towards town. We managed to catch him with a carrot, and tied a rope from his harness to the bumper of the panel truck. We drove very sloooooooooow, and ol' Frisky kept trying to pull us off the road. With heart-in-mouth, we finally made it back. Parts of that road was very narrow and steep!
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