One of the jobs Dad had during the years he was making his living driving his own truck, was going to the Arizona Strip where he cut Cedar trees. He would bring huge loads of wood to town to sell to people for their wood burning stoves. Elvin was his best helper and buddy.
During evenings dad would tell Mom of all that happened to him while on these wood cutting trips south of St. George, he's talk of close encounters with cougars, number of deer seen flat tires, and engine problems such as belts broken that he tied back together with bailing wire found near the road.
He talked of strange names and places. He drove through Shit Creek near Wolf Hole towards Bundyville
Unfortunately for his fire wood business, townspeople began getting new fangled electric and gas stoves for their kitchens. Soon the need for his service was gone.
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