Archeological Find |
On Monday, January 11, 2015, we drove 34.7 kilometres west
on Highway 28 and turned north on Strathcona Dam Road. Our destination was
Orchard Meadow, a campground with 13 sites in need of a camp host couple.
Our direct route, Greenstone Creek Forest Service Road, was
covered in ice and snow so Frank gripped Big White’s steering wheel and plowed
forward. I became frightened when the bus shifted to the right where the only
destination was to plummet down a steep embankment. Frank eased her back onto the path and we carried on bravely. Our travel time was forty-five minutes.
The truck’s diesel engine roars so loud it blocks our attempts to have
full sentence conversations. “I hope we don’t come across a
logging truck,” Frank shouted.
“Yah,” I hollered back.
Orchard Meadow Marker |
Just as we arrived at Orchard Meadow we heard the distinct
thunder of a logging truck come from behind. The driver bellowed his horn to
warn us. Frank plowed Big White into a snow bank covering a roadside pull out.
The monster truck roared past throwing up gravel, ice and mud. Frank turned
off the ignition and we stepped into the deep snow. We were drawn to the lake ahead and
made our way to its edge.
“Have a look at this,” Frank said.
He drew my attention to a fire pit set below the water line.
“It reminds me of an archeological site,” I said.
Historical Wharf |
Mist Over the Lake |
Other artifacts included a dilapidated wharf, a makeshift
boat launch, remnants of recent activities by winter explorers including a beach
fire crater, several broken bottles of alcohol and one shoe. We also took in
the dramatic mist that floated over the water across the way.
Once back inside our warm bus, we had a picnic and talked
about the prospect versus unlikelihood of hosting Orchard Meadow as a summer
job.
Our excursion home took two intense hours and was 129 kilometres long. We headed east
and got caught up in the labyrinth of logging roads. We got lost. There is no
phone service in the back woods and we chastised ourselves for not knowing
which roads to take home and not telling anyone our destination that day. Critically, we had made the decision not to return
the way we had come.
Sample of Road Conditions |
2015 The Year of Endurance |
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