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 .
Yup, this was where we lived. Two men to a room. The peak year saw 5000 men in this camp alone.(one of three camps) In the centre you can see the Cookhouse. We had to make our own Lunches. I’ve never seen so much food. And it was good, too. There were very few complaints about meals.
One of those trailers was used as a kind of entertainment centre where there were TV’s and tables for poker games. Story was told of a not-much-of-a-cardshark who after staring miserably at the fortune he’d just lost sitting in the middle of the table grabbed the bundle and ran out the door and up and over the hill before anybody could move. He was never found(lucky for him).
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.
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.
A semi-practical use for my 10,000 historical photos
