The logs were cut and pulled by horses, which was called skidding, down through the trees. Below is a picture of some of the horses, I don't know who the man is in the picture but you'll notice that his hands are in mittens or wrapped up to keep them warm.
The first picture is me and the second one is Jennie. We always seemed to attach ourselves to animals.
When we drove down to town we drove through huge snowbanks which had been cut through by snowplows so vehicles could pass through, they were way taller than the car.
I can remember learning my ABC's there and how the water bucket was frozen in our cabin by the stove in the morning when we woke up.
It was a very hard winter for all of us but it fed us and got us through to a little bit easier life.
I wish I could find out more about it. Leonard and I went there a few years ago and there wasn't even a trace of the humanity, the hard working horses, the smell of food coming from the cook house or the blood, sweat, and tears that went into that place. Diane