From Max Culbertson:
Linda Janssen Saylor that was a total crazy impromptu adventure. It’s quite a story. Terry, Dan and Brad were going to depart to boot camp. I think that’s what they call it in the Navy. Anyhow, we decided to have a last hurrah before they left. Leon Russell was performing at the Coliseum in Portland. We got ticket and went to the show. After the show we were feeling pretty good and didn’t want the night to end. I cannot recall whose idea it was but we decided to get in my car and head up to Canada. We had absolutely no idea what we were going to do there and were totally unprepared for the adventure that took place. It was daylight by the time we arrived in Vancouver B.C. So we rested a while and got some food. We decided to keep going north to lake Chances so 80 miles further up. As we got into the forests we stopped at one point to check the area out. There was a tall rock ridge I decided to climb. Dan and Terry were messing around in a small cave. We hen I got back to the car the smell almost knocked me down. Apparently there was a skunk at the end of the cave. Oh man was it bad. Nevertheless we gritted or teeth and forged ahead to the lake. We arrived at the trailhead and it was getting dusky. We, and I’ll never understand why, decided to hike the 5 miles to the lake through the thickest forest I’d ever seen. The trail was pretty well worn and ran parallel to a roiling stream about 30 feet below. We might have gotten 4 miles in and the sun went down. It was so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face. We had no flashlight; only three wooden matches. The matches didn’t last long. We had to crawl in our hands and knees back to the car feeling the trail the whole way hoping we wouldn’t get ate by a bear. We made it back to the car just a little after midnight total exhausted. When we woke up we headed on the long drive home.