In the mid-1950s I was working with Bob Couch cutting lodgepole on the west side of Newberry. One morning I fired up the old corn-binder, checked the tie-downs and was out on the logging road in minutes. When I pulled onto the main paved road, I’d be on my way to Hwy. 97 and then […]
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Those Good Ol’ OMSI Days
Meeting a jokester of a state geologist and more from the ’50s and ’60s
