I'm thinking the name of the mountain was Clam Mountain, but maybe I'm wrong.... anyway, they used to have a repeater tower pretty high up on a certain hill. That place was lousy with wild blueberries. There was actually a stench in the air of overripe berries in the summer heat. We didn't spend much time picking berries, because the bears were pretty territorial when it came to blueberry patches.
Did you know that you can go to Mapquest and see satellite photos of the whole camp? You can use Google Earth as well. Unfortunately, the old reload does not show up. It has finally grown back over. I have shared this story here before, but since you seem interested, I will pass it on again. The Vail reload was not set up like an A frame, as are most reloads I have seen. They stood two spars straight up and ran a 'crotch line' as my dad called it between them. Art Smythe, the veteran reload operator, kept a string of rail cars at the reload, and pulled the string forward one car length with a straw line every time he was ready for another empty car. Pretty much the same way as they did with the Lidgerwood tower skidders, except Smythe's donk did not straddle the tracks. He spend every day picking up one off-highway load after another, and transferring them onto rail cars. The donk was a 1925 Washington loading donkey. They used it in the woods for two years, and then set up the reload in 1927, the same year as they built that majestic old shop building that the bastards tore down in recent years. I loved that shop. The reload donk started out powered by wood-fired steam, then went to Diesel fired, and then at some point they began to power it with old truck engines. When we were there, it was running on an old natural Cummins, probably a 280. About once a month, Mr. Smythe would call Jay Lynch, the Shop foreman, on the radio and say basically the same thing: "We're gonna work on the reload this Saturday. I need a box of rags, a case of grease, and a bucket of spare nuts and bolts". Jay Lynch's answer was always the same; "Yes sir, Mr. Smythe".
Jay Lynch moved down to Plymouth, NC with Weyco shortly after we moved there in 1972. He didn't stay long. He resigned, and went to work for Cascade Loggers' Supply in Centralia.
I used to cut a lot of firewood out of chunks at the reload, and Mr. Smythe always had a few nice chunks stashed here and there. He was a grouchy old picklepuss by nature, but that man had a heart of gold, as did the vast majority of the fine loggers I knew back then. God bless you, Mr. Smythe.
Each morning, Ernie Kell, the lokie engineer, and his brakeman, the late and famous Jim Barrett, bald-faced a string of empty log cars out in front of the lokie before daylight, to spot them at the reload before they hooked to yesterday's production for their daily trip to either the port, or Mill B in Everett. Well, one morning, a certain new foreman whose name I shall not mention, although his nickname was Hippy Harry, was running late. He saw the lokie's headlight back down the tracks, dropped a gear in the pickup and nailed it, in an effort to beat the train across the tracks.... and it was too late when he discovered what the term 'bald-facing' meant. He totaled that brand new F-250, and he was not too popular around there for a while.
Dad bought Mr. Smythe a brand new stacker in about 1971, partly to give the old man a break and make him comfortable, since he refused to retire. Mr. Smythe would have no part of it. he wanted to be back on his reload, and he found one thing after another wrong with that stacker, so he could go back to that loud, rough, aggravating old machine. I have heard from reliable sources that Mr. Smythe was the first operator to run that reload in 1927, and stayed on it until they finally tore that contraption down. Can you imagine that kind of dedication, not to mention job security? Back then, Weyerhaeuser took care of their people, and their people showed them the same consideration. Such a shame to see them in their current shape. But life goes on. And on and on.....
And somehow on and on I go......
I keep on rollin' with the flow.