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of time shooting squirrels and chipmunks. We had a big German shepherd dog named "Tip." I think he enjoyed the hunting even more than we did. I remember seeing him jump as much as six feet high to catch a squirrel aa it went scurrying up a tree. When time permitted, we went fishing, either further down canyon to the main creek or over the ridge to Silver Creek. We enjoyed evenings around a campfire and in the fall season we roasted pine nuts gathered not far from camp. They were the large cone, small nut variety and were very tedious to shell, but the aroma and jolly atmosphere was hard to beat. We also gathered wild gooseberries, chokecherries and elderberries. Some other things that left an indelible imprint in ny young memory a half-century ago were: seeing the sun rise and set through the surrounding timber; the gentle quaking of the aspen leaves outside the tent and the smell of the pine boughs beneath me as I drifted off to sleep at night; the time the chipmunks found and ate my stash of pine nuts-they shelled all but the empty ones; the night we heard the screech owl in a tree behind canp, I thought sure it was the scream of a panther} the tiines we sat in the tent and watched the rain pouring down and the lightning flashing through the timber as the thunder rolled down the canyon fading into oblivion. All these memories of C Canyon serve to strengthen the feeling that came over me the day in 1932 when I first entered that unique and tranquil valley. Source: Author's recollection. 30 |
