I'LL GO FISHING TODAY

WHERE QUARTZ CREEK TURNS

IN TORRENT.

ABOVE THE CLD GOLD DIGGINGS,
THERE IS A POOL

WHERE FAT TROUT LIE.

I'LL PARK MY CAR

ABOVE THE ABANDONED CABINS
SEE NEEDLEPOINT

BEYOND THE MILES OF BROWN
AND GREEN,

SMOOTH SLOPES ABOVE

BLUE DISTANCE HAZE.

HERE AT THE CAMP

THE MEAT CACHE LEANS;
GRASS CHOKES

THE SWEET SPRING WATER
POOL.

SMALL CREATURES RUN
BENEATH THE BROKEN ROOFS.

WITHIN THE SHADED ROOMS
LUSTY, GOLD-HUNGRY HEN,
ONCE RESTED

AFTER THEIR LONG DAY'S

WORK,

SEEKING THE RICHES

OF CASSIAR GOLD.

DOWN IN THE GORGE
I’LL CAST FOR TROUT,
CATCH ONE;

THEN RIG A LINE,

EAT MY LUNCH, AND REST
AGAINST A BOULDER.

LOOKING AT REMNANTS

OF LONG LOST LABOURS;
SCATTERED BOARDS

CLING TO TUE CLIFFSIDE.
ONCE WATER RAN

ALONG A TRESTILED SLUICE.

AND WASHED ITS WAY
THROUGH GOLD=-LAYERED
RIFFLE.

DISCARDED ARTIFACTS
DECAY, BELOW AN OUTCROP,
SHATTERED AND TORN

FROM THE RAVAGED LAND,

SHOULD I CLIMB THAT STEEP,
TO THE TREE AND GRASS
CRESTED SUMMIT;

THERE'S A VIEW DOWNSTREAM,
TO WHERE THE CREEKS

OF QUARTZ AND TROUTLINE

NEW ARRIVALS

To Glen and Helen Billting-
sley, a gtrl, Sheena Marie,
born September 19th at 3:35

MEET. pem. Werght 9 lb 8 oz.
A SOFT 'PLOP' REMINDS ME aa Beal
OF MY ERRAND HERE;
AND WHEN On September 31st, 1972,

ay
“re

to. Madam Kutz, a 19 lb-6%
baby elephant, by the name of
"Stainless Steam", father and
baby are dotng well.

KKK KK KK

THE SHADOWS LENGTHEN,
I'LL GO HOME
WITH FOUR FINE TROUT.

fin retrospect .....« «

Grand Valley, July 1972

Kris Nordin

THANK YOU

Sept.
Ma. Marserclles,

The Community Club would
Like to express its apprecta-
tion for the fine servieec we
nave recetved from you and
your staff.

It ts obvtous from tie
foods catered to our function
that both your
staff are trterested in the
quality of thetr work. This
ts a rare commodity today and
ts te be commended.

Phank you again and keep
the good work,
Yours Sincerely,

The Recreation Staff

MOON SENSATIONS 14/72

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THE HOON IS WADING THROUGHT
THE CLOUDS
IT'S FEET ARE TINGLING
WITH THE COLD
IT’S BODY AS STIFF
AS A PLASTERED STICK,
T RUNS AND LEAVES
THE CLOUDS:FAR BEHIND,

fa
~red

"
stn? rye
YOU Arla
:

TO WEEP AND DISAPPEAR IN
DARKNESS

Sharon Plumb
up

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THE MOON RAARKLAAAKAA AB LS

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THE MOON IS WADING THROUGH —
THE CLOUDS,

HITTING THE PONDS WITH ITS
SHINING FISTS.

SLOWLY, SLOWLY, THE MOUNTAIN
IS ATTACKING,

ADVANCING TOWARDS THE SLIPPERY
MOON.

THE FIGHT BEGINS! THE MOON IS
SLOWLY BEING DEVOURED,.

THE BATTLE IS OVER, THE MOUNT-
AIN HAS WON.

Tim Roe

“Better get two more! This is defi-
nitely a fire to be fought with foam.”

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