Jim Elliott writes, "Barney, the logger-son met me on the place and handed me a beer. Not a bad beginning, I thought, as I looked out on acres and acres of stumps, ruts, and scraggly trees."
Jim Elliott writes, "In the 1970s you didn’t use to see many new pickups in Trout Creek, and when you did you knew who it belonged to. Now you don’t see many old pickups and when you do you also know whose they are."