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1968 Photos and Memories
Staff 68
TOP ROW: John L. Boehm, Rod Lach, Mark Johnson, Dave Putnam, Jerry Paris, Dan Dunst, John Baar, Ray Fink, Jim Allen, Rick Skotzke, Steve Mohr

THIRD ROW: Steve Rutter, Bruce Larson, Eric Freyfogle, Tom Bracken,Bill Johnson, Gary Stults, Bob Marusich, John Hopkins, Ralph Swoboda,Larry Brennan, Scott Johnstone, Tom Adams, Mr & Mrs Boehm

SECOND ROW, KNEELING: George Naylor, John Funderburg, Bob Schwary, Jim Ellis, Bob Black, Steve Goodrich, Jim Black, John Martin, Brian Graefe, Kevin Keefe, Glen Hanson, Jim Cobb

FRONT, SITTING: Dick Jansen, Steve Corn, Joel Johnstone

Training Staff 68
ON ROOF: John Baar, Steve Goodrich

STANDING: Dick Jansen, Scott Johnstone, John Funderberg, Jim Black, John Martin, Dave Putnam, John L. Boehm, Jim Cobb (director), Ray Fink, Glen Hanson, Bill Johnson, Bob Black, Eric Freyfogle, Ralph Swoboda

Note: Building in the background is the "old" Outpost building. It was replaced by a new metal building for the 1969 season.

Steve Weaks remembers:

"I worked in the Trail Dept. during the 1968 and 1969 seasons. The picture of O.T. in the Trail Office, seemingly deep in thought about something, dredged up a recurring memory I have about an event at The Base in which I was involved. I believe it was in '69, I was bringing a group of trainers back to the Base from some sort of an outing (there were no campers in the Carryall at the time), of course we were on County K. I had, at the time, a real "soft spot" for twisty-turny roads and just couldn't help but drive them at a "brisk" pace. So it was that, with the encouragement of the erstwhile trainers, I was enthusiastically motoring around a nice left-hand curve on the way to the Base just as JEB hit the same curve leaving the Base. I'm sure the old Carryall had a bit of a list to her and, most probably, the canoe trailer was kicking up some pine needles from the side of the road.

The radio crackled and JEB's voice came on, "JEB calling Base, JEB calling Base, who is driving number so and so?" O.T answered that he didn't know right off hand but would find out and report back. Well I figured I was busted anyway so I called JEB back to let him know it was me. He let me know, in no uncertain terms, that he wanted to "see me" in his office when he returned to the Base. I immediately started cooking up "excuses" for my blatant breech of the speed limit. We got to the Base and unloaded the Carryall and the canoes, I then went to see O.T.

I must digress for just a second here. At the time of this little incident there was a popular song by Simon and Garfunkel being aired on the radio, I think it was called the 49th St. Bridge Song. One of the choruses went something like, "Slow down you move too fast, you gotta' make the morning last. Just kickin' down the cobble-stones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, feelin' groovy." It was a catchy little tune and, yes, people in those days actually did use the term Groovy.

When I reached the Trail Office I straight away began running my "excuses" to O.T to get his reaction prior to "seeing" Mr. Boehm. Tom listened without saying anything until I could hold fourth no longer. He started to hum a little tune, turned to me and sang, "Slow down, you drive too fast, you gotta' make the Carryalls last. When you're drivin' down ol' Highway K, just follow the rules and you'll be O.K, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, you'll be O.K." Well I got the point. I have long since forgotten the content of the well-deserved ass chewing I got from JEB but I have never been shed of that little tune. Funny how that happens isn't it!"

Trainers Annex and Kitchen 1968