The Squamidian Report – June 28 / 14
 
Issue #631

Including:
The Ontarion

Hi All,

I've seen it all now, and it ain't pretty. I stopped in at the local CTC to pick up some AA batteries, and when I came out there was a young couple trying to figure out how to mount a jerry can to the front of their motorcycle. This couple looked like the type that you'd normally find puddling down the road in an old beat up VW camper van. Instead, they were riding a bike, but the bike was in worse condition than any old VW camper I've ever seen. It was, or at least used to be, a Yamaha Virago. It was rusted from end to end. The front tire was a warn out knobby, the kind dirt bikes use on their rear wheel for traction in the mud. The rear tire was a totally warn out street tire, and of the wrong size. They had a high sissy-bar on the back for her to lean on, and the back side of the bar was holding all their luggage, tied on with cords. The bike was already top heavy without her on the back. The rear finder was completely missing and the brake / running light unit was tucked up under the luggage, and was broken. I couldn't even see the license plate to tell where they were from. He had made a set of home-built exhaust for the bike, made from old piping welded together and had modeled it after the old '60s chopper style. It pointed up beside the sissy-bar. There was no shielding over any of it to protect either of them from burns. The reason they were trying to mount a jerry can was that because one side of the bike's gas tank was caved in, he had taken a hammer to the other side to make it look balanced and had therefore reduced the tank's fuel capacity by a fair amount. The whole thing was a death trap. I have no idea how they could go anywhere without being pulled over by every cop that spotted them. Aside from the mandatory helmets, they didn't appear to have any protective or appropriate riding clothing at all. They thought the whole thing was cool and funny and exciting. Motorcycling is inherently dangerous but this was ridiculous. There is a term in the motorcycle world for riders like them. Unfortunately, that term is 'organ donor'.
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I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that 'The Wife' and I had hiked back in to where the old bridge was no longer in place over the Shannon Creek, way back in near the top end of the watershed. That hike is accessible from the Sea to Sky Gondola Lodge, now that the lodge etc is there, making it do-able for people like us. If I did mention it, you might remember me doing so. If I didn't, then you have an excuse for not remembering. The old logging bridge had been made from several railway flatcars that had been dragged all the way up and in, and then laid across the creek to form a bridge. That was easier and cheaper than building a permanent log bridge. I think the idea was that once the area had been logged, the railcars would be hauled back out and used elsewhere. That didn't happen, the cars had simply been dragged back from the creek and abandoned.

Except for at very low flow times, the creek would prove too dangerous to cross by trying to walk through it or jump from rock to rock. And believe me, you would not want to get swept down stream. Hiking trail access was needed now that people could get up into the Shannon upper valley area and so some sort of new crossing was needed. So, they built a narrow, rather rough and rustic wooden foot bridge. They used the material at hand, dropped a couple of trees for stringers and then split up shorter chunks and used that as planking. End results, a perfectly good foot bridge that will last the summer and fall. It will most likely get swept away once the high water flows of winter come but by then not too many will be wandering around back in there, the snow will be thirty feet deep. We took some shots of the bridge and creek and rail cars, they can be seen via this link.
http://www.thedougsite.net/Gondola/ShannonBridge.html

A cool thing, we've now seen 2 grouse hens with chicks wandering around in the underbrush up there on the ridge.

doug
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THE ONTARION REPORT

Hello everyone!

I’m starting this week’s Ontarion with a sad note. One of the finest officers and a real gentleman that I worked with and for over a 17-year period passed away on Tuesday June 24 of this week. Lorne J Huber was a lot of fun and a real knowledgeable firefighter to work with and also to learn from. He became my Lieutenant when I was assigned to my first shift back in 1973 on the Waterloo Fire Department. We worked for many years together and he taught me so much about pump operations and firefighting in general that I will never forget the years we worked together doing just that, fighting fires and serving the citizens of Waterloo. The city hired 24 of us in 1973 to man the new Fire Station on Westmount Rd. We were trained at the Head Quarters station at 216 Weber St N for the first 6 weeks and then were spread out onto one of the four shifts that made up the fire crews of WFD. I was sent to Station #2 on Westmount and there I worked for Lorne Huber. As it turns out, many years later I would become friends with Doug Brubacher and his family and find out that a couple of the Brubacher clan members were also related to Lorne! He was married to Shirley “Mansz” who was a cousin I believe to Ed Mansz a distinguished member of the Squamidian group and I believe an uncle to Doug and others of the Brubacher family. My condolences are extended to Ed and his family with the passing of Lorne.

I also know that they lost Shirley not too long ago and I’m sure that Lorne was quite saddened at the passing of his beloved wife of many years. They are now destined to be reunited once again and may God Bless them both!

I would like to tell you all just one of the many situations that Lorne and I were called to attend together during our time on the Fire Dept. We were working a night shift in the middle of January sometime in the mid 70’s at Station #2 and the alarm rang about 9pm. The dispatcher announced that there was one of the few barns still within the boundaries of Waterloo that was on fire! It happened to be in our district at the corner of Erb St W and Erbsville Rd across from what was to become the Waterloo Bi-Lingual School. We had the tanker stationed at #2 with us as well as a pumper. With a crew of 3 on the pumper and one on the tanker we headed out to the barn fire. Of course upon our arrival the barn was pretty much engulfed in flames. I was on the back of the pump alone and Lorne was up front as the officer. Upon arrival he ordered that we set up the portable 1000gallon tank since there was no hydrant out that way. We would dump the contents of the tanker into the portable and then send the tanker back into Fischer-Hallman Rd and Erb to the closest hydrant for more water. We had to wait for a few minutes for the arrival of the trucks and men from HQ on Weber St so being short handed Lorne was helping with the operation of the pumper and the tanker set up as well. Of course being an officer he hadn’t operated the pumps in a few years. I was on the only hose line and ready to start fighting the fire from the middle of Erbsville Rd and needed water fast. The pump operator Larry Koch did his job and sent water to my hose line and I spent about 15 minutes using what little water we had in the portable tank and the tank on the pumper to douse the flames. I was not making much headway but was keeping the flames from spreading to the building across the street from the barn. The main objective was to do just that, stop it from spreading! The tanker arrived back with more water and they had to hook it up to the pumper so it had water to send to me and also a line had to be hooked onto the portable tank to fill it as a reserve. When this operation takes place, the pump on the pumper truck must have it’s pressure lowered before the tanker sends water to it or the pressure would be so high it would send the person on the hose nozzle (ME) flying on his rear end, especially due to the ice that had formed on the road from the overspray!

Lorne decided he’d run the pumper so Larry Koch could set up a second hose and give me a hand fighting the fire. He had forgotten like any seasoned officer the part about lowering the Pumper pressure with the incoming water from the Tanker. Larry and I were on two hose lines and standing about 100’ up the road from where Lorne was! He opened up the gate valves to both of our hoses and away we went!!! Flat on our backsides and skidding along like we were on a toboggan on Mount Trashmore! LOL! We both screamed for him to drop the pressure as we skidded right up beside Lorne standing at the pump panel! He suddenly realized what he had done and hit the shut off throttle to the engine and of course that dropped the pressure to our hoses sharply! We were laughing so hard we almost forgot for a moment that we were fighting a fire! Lorne of course got things back under control and helped us to our feet on the ice so we could get the hoses back to the fire scene! Hahahaha…. We laughed about that one for the rest of our careers and of course we never let Lorne forget his blooper either! With the help of the HQ crew we were at that scene until about four in the morning and had one heck of a cold night. With nobody hurt in the incident it turned out to be just a laugh whenever we talked about it. That was just one of the many memorable incidents we had with Lorne as our officer but the years we spent together were some of the best in my career and I’m sorry to think that Lorne is no longer with us!

It’s getting so I’m afraid to read the Obituaries these days when I find I’m losing so many of my friends and acquaintances from over the years. I guess it happens to all of us but wouldn’t it be nice if it didn’t have to?

That’s all for this week folks!
Thanks for tuning in and I’ll look forward to talking to you all again next week in The Ontarion Report!

Bye for now … Greg

PS: Something To Think About>
Give some thought to contacting old friends before they are no longer there to contact!
   
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Have a good one..
the doug
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