Welcome to our ranch near Canada's west coast in Beautiful British Columbia's West Chilcotin mountain region. Where calling the vet means hollering back at the house to bring your kit, new friendships are formed from the back of a horse and true fun for a five year old is getting a machete for Christmas. Where 'cutting the dinks off' has a totally different meaning than what first comes to mind, Muck Boots are a household name, a hand shake still means something and the coffee is always on.

Thursday, 17 November 2016

The Road Runs West Part 2



The Road Runs West
Part 2
-Mickey Dorsey

     The road had been blazed up the mountainside in Bella Coola, away from the Hotnarko Canyon to avoid rock work.  There was not enough money for a road of this type.  At the mountain top the trail blazers ran into difficulty.  Swamps, lakes and ridges lay ahead and after a a few uncesessful sttemps, somehow this survey was forgotten.

     On September 12, 1952, Lester went to Anahim Lake to get the mail and the local news.  Road building talk was in full bloom.  The bulldozer from Tatla Lake had started up to push the road through to meet the Bella Coola crew.  Alf was a good bulldozer man but this was new territory to him.  
     Lester tied up his horse to the hitch rail and joined the cowboys in the store.  
"Looks like the road might go through after all."  
"I hear Alf Bracewell was on the way up to push it through."  "
There's a call from Bella Coola.  We're to show him the way."  "
You show him, Lester."  
"No time.  Still haying and I have to go hunting.  Tell him to go west."
"My God man, west is a big territory."  
"Well, who ever heard of people building roads in the hunting season."
"He might just bog that cat down."
"Well, it's probably insured."
     The store keeper was becoming agitated.  "Looks like we won't get a road without more co-operation."
     Silence.  The store-keeper paced the floor.  
"You go Thomas."
"Can't.  My hunters will be here tomorrow night."
"But the guy doesn't know the country.  Give him a break.  Go west, that's a helluvaway to treat him.  You can even bog a saddle horse just going west."
     Thomas studied the toe of his right riding boot before he looked up.  
"Tell him to keep away from the Big Swamp and Rosa Lake."
"And how will he know those places.....by reading signs?"
     Lester got him from his perch on the nail keg.
"Guess we hafta go Thomas.  I have only two days before the hunters come so we better start at daylight.  Camp out one night and get back by dark the next day."
     Thomas stood up as a sign of acceptance of the inevitable.  
"Somebody better come and lead a pack horse.  We will need oats for the horses."
     So the survey matter was simply settled.  That night Lester and Thomas slept by the heater in the store.  The horses were given a good feed and tied to the nearby hitching rail for an early getaway.  
     In the drizzly morning they shouldered their axes and climbed on their horses.  
     The store-keeper walked towards them looking intently at something enclosed in his first.  
"Maybe you boys should have a compass."
"What for?  We aren't going to have any time to fool around with things like that."
"I already told you we have to get back tomorrow night.  We just intent to go to Saddle Horse Meadow and blaze the trail the only way it can go.  That compass has no place in this tour."
"Tell Alf the blazes won't be too close, but if he really looks good he'll find them."
     They rode silently down the short roadway each thinking of the hunt that would take place in the next few days.  Trail blazing the third outlet to the coast was a boring adventure compared to a caribou hunt in the mountains when Indian Summer was at its best.  

To be continued.....

Photo Credit to Chris Harris




2 comments:

Lisa Hayes said...

Okay Punky, you can't just keep us hanging all the time. When are going to put this stuff all together in a book I love reading these stories and you certainly have the writing capability, it's not like you have anything else to do, ha , ha, ha! Thanks for the blog, I look forward to reading it with my morning coffee, hope all is well.

Cheers Lisa

Terra Hatch said...

This IS my book Lisa! :)