I was working for B.C. Forest Service planting trees in the area of Toba Inlet; about 300 miles North of Vancouver.

There were only 2 ways to get to the area; one is by boat,and the other was by float plane.

Our camp consisted of two trailers for lodging and one other trailer was the kitchen. We numbered about eighteen people, including the cook and our Foreman.

Every Monday to Friday we got up with the Sun to plant trees in a pre forested forest. We began at the bottom of a mountain, 16 or us in a

straight line, eight feet or so between each other and we would move up the mountain, to the tree line planting Douglas Fir and Yellow Cedar

seedlings. Once reaching the tree line we would move over and plant trees all the way to the road. That was a full days work.

One day after work a few of us were sitting on one of the wooden man made sidewalks talking and enjoying the feel of the forest and the

scenery when up the road from camp we heard a crashing and crashing coming from the area just a ways from camp.

A bunch of us ran up the road to see what had happened.

Just round the first corner of the road we saw to our amazement to see a trail had been smashed down the mountain.

Something had cut a swath of about five feet or so wide and quite a way down the mountain. We saw six inch thick branches broken off trees. These branches were about ten feet above the ground and the ground below them was flattened.

Seeing this gave us all a very bad feeling. There were no tracks of animals on the road and there wasn't any indication that whatever it was

kept going further down the mountain on the other side of the road .

I will never forget this and it still puzzles me to this day.