A painting of the remains of the road to my father's sawmill and camp. At the time I
grew up there it was a plank road. It was one mile long and went to the housing and the
sawmill buildings. There were quite a lot of families living there during the time the mill was actively producing lumber. The children, including my brother and myself, walked down the plank road every school day to catch the bus to the one, and later, two room school. Hard to believe that in my life time so many changes have taken place and I do admit to being nostalgic for those days of a simpler life.