But it’s not the whole story. It would
take a five foot shelf of books to tell the
whole story and—believe us—you still
wouldn't have it all.

That's understandable.

As you write about Clinton, it’s
changing. People come and go and so
do the seasons. Baseball gives way to
curling. The blazing summer sun is
nudged aside by the sub-arctic night.
And then the northern lights race
across the blue black winter sky like a
horde of demented green demons.

How do you put all these things in a

twenty-four page booklet? You can't.
But you try. You reach for the essence,
the flavour, the overall thrust of the
mine, the mill and the community—and
the things we do here. We hope that we
have succeeded.

If you are here for a short visit we
offer you this booklet as a memento of
Clinton Creek. Perhaps some day you
will come again.

If you have come to live and work in
Clinton we hope it has helped you feel
at home during your first few days.

It is possible that someone from Clin-

ton sent it to you and you are reading
it in some far off place—Britain
perhaps—or Australia, Germany,
Seattle, Toronto, Tokyo, who knows!
Should this have happened, you will
know more about us than we know
about you. Why not drop a card to the
Editor of Rock Fluff—our community
newspaper—and tell how far away our
booklet wandered to tell you the story
of Clinton Creek, Yukon, Canada. We
look forward to hearing from you.

“Cheers” from Clinton Creek.