We looked into the recreation building which housed a pool table and coke machine and some tables and chairs. We walked down the wide dusty “main” street of the camp. Past the metal Atco portable bunkhouses and a couple of small frame houses which lined the road until we saw the mill, which was just a big metal framed structure, with some open sides and a tin roof.
When it was time for us to eat, we made a delightful discovery; the cookhouse where we were to eat all of our meals was amazing. Isolated mills make a point of feeding their workers well to keep them happy. When we opened the door, took in the warm, delicious, and fragrant aromas, then looked down the steaming counter at the wide variety of offerings, we knew that living in this remote corner of BC wasn't going to be a year of total depravation. There was so much good food available for the taking, and we could eat as much as we wanted—it was going to be a smorgasbord for every meal. Steaks, Chinese food, Yorkshire pudding, all kinds of fancy desserts. Here is how replied to my parents who were curious about our eating arrangements:
Meals?
We have no meal tickets, everybody knows everybody. Up here we are trusted to pay $150 for the whole month for the two of us. That gives us three meals at day. We haven’t paid yet because we are waiting for the bank to send us an account number.
Meals, who cooks:
Harold and Nuella, are our cooks. They really are friendly people and very good cooks. Tonight we had big, big steaks, peas, sauerkraut, wieners, potatoes, salad, fruit juices, and cake. We are free to take all of the fruit and cookies we want. It is a really good deal.
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