Originally Posted by Crooked Creek
Which reminds me, if I forget to mention it when I get to the part about Germansen landing, ask me to tell the story about the murderer that I chatted with there
Circa 1977, my Dad had a gold mine just North of Germansen landing, and I rode my XR75 all the way there from Fort St. James. (with Pops in the chase truck giving me heck at every refueling, for going too far ahead of him
I laugh now, at how close it really is to the Fort, but back then, it seemed to be a never ending adventure trip, off to the ends of the earth.