Stop – Chat

Many moons ago while cutt'n timber on a big burn between Lowman and Garden Valley, Idaho for Columbia Helicopter, I drove by a somewhat ramshackle place. One of the last buildings head'n up the river.

At any rate, what got my attention wasn't the sign "honey for sale" instead it was the sign which read "mountain man, stop – chat."

Well sir, I must stop and chat then.

The old man was surely lonely and welcomed me right in for coffee. At a glance there was no doubt he'd spent his life in hard labor. All stooped over like some of the rest of us. He hobbled along with the aid of a cane. A little d...