1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society
1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society
1944-1945 Year Book - the Gatineau Valley Historical Society
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62 Ottawa Ski Club <strong>Year</strong> <strong>Book</strong> <strong>1944</strong>-45<br />
fast slopes, including <strong>the</strong> well<br />
known Birch <strong>Valley</strong>, traverses<br />
<strong>the</strong> flat expanse of Radmore's<br />
clearing, re-enters <strong>the</strong> bush in<br />
search of more tricky slopes<br />
which it manages to find, and<br />
comes out on <strong>the</strong> smiling but unsheltered<br />
plains of Wrightville<br />
after a long flight of bumps. Experienced<br />
skiers never allow<br />
<strong>the</strong>mselves to be caught by darkness<br />
on <strong>the</strong> Pink Lake Trail.<br />
Standing in a lovely glen,<br />
carpeted with junipers and<br />
framed with stately pines, <strong>the</strong><br />
Pine Lake lodge, near <strong>the</strong> little<br />
lake of that nam€, invites <strong>the</strong><br />
weary traveler to rest and<br />
quench his thirst. Water is kept<br />
boiling <strong>the</strong>re at all times in a<br />
hug,e boiler, and tea pots are<br />
available. Ther€ are also fairly<br />
steep hills around <strong>the</strong>re, but few<br />
stop to try ·<strong>the</strong>m because <strong>the</strong>re<br />
are still five miles to cover to<br />
get to <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> trail.<br />
Pink Lake lodge had long<br />
been a bone of contention. Its<br />
building was strongly opposed at<br />
first, some contending that <strong>the</strong><br />
Dome Hill Lodge could be used<br />
for a rest station, if a short way<br />
to it could be found; o<strong>the</strong>rs that<br />
<strong>the</strong> Hull bus or street car service<br />
would surely extend along<br />
<strong>the</strong> Mountain Road before long,<br />
and in that case, no one would ·<br />
stop at <strong>the</strong> lodge. because <strong>the</strong>·<br />
road runs parallel to tlie trail,<br />
and onJy half a mile from it. A<br />
short and interesting way to<br />
Dome Hill never was found; <strong>the</strong><br />
car line is just as far to-day<br />
from Pink Lake as it was twenty<br />
years ago. So <strong>the</strong> lodge has always<br />
been used more or less<br />
through <strong>the</strong> years, more in times<br />
of depression than in times of<br />
prosperity~ and a great deal<br />
more in times of tire and gas<br />
shortage like <strong>the</strong> present. At<br />
first, before <strong>the</strong> bus came to<br />
Chelsea, <strong>the</strong> Wrightville hikers<br />
included 80 per cent of <strong>the</strong> Club<br />
membership, and later only 20<br />
per cent, but as <strong>the</strong> membership<br />
went up from a few hundred to<br />
well over 2,000, <strong>the</strong> number of<br />
Pink Lake visitors remained<br />
substantially <strong>the</strong> same, from<br />
300 to 400 every good week-end.<br />
The lodge however was sadly<br />
neglected, because Camp Fortune<br />
took all <strong>the</strong> surplus funds<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Club. During <strong>the</strong> twenty<br />
years of its existenc·e, <strong>the</strong> only<br />
care given to it was a coat of<br />
dirty green stain, making it look<br />
like a green-eyed! monster.<br />
Wea<strong>the</strong>r beaten and dilapidated<br />
after twenty years of neglect,<br />
its floor burnt through in spots,<br />
and rising and falling like <strong>the</strong><br />
waves of <strong>the</strong> sea, its roof leaking,<br />
its rough seats and tables<br />
being minus huge chunks, hacked<br />
out for kindling by vandals,<br />
it was indeed', until this year, in<br />
a pitiful condition, an object of<br />
repulsion more than attraction,<br />
entirely out of keeping with its<br />
marvelous surroundings.<br />
Then came Elmer Cassel,<br />
Night Rider and Patrolman Extraordinary,<br />
who by some lucky<br />
stroke, was placed in charge of<br />
patrol operations on <strong>the</strong> Wright<br />
ITille trail. His task was to attend<br />
to <strong>the</strong> casualties, whe<strong>the</strong>r<br />
broken bones or broken skis,<br />
urge <strong>the</strong> stragglers on by stressing<br />
<strong>the</strong> danger of lagging on a<br />
trail overrun after dark with<br />
dynosaurs and snow snakes<br />
and put <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong> road if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
could' no ranger shuffle <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
skis forward. His duty called<br />
for one trip down from Camp<br />
Fortune at <strong>the</strong> close of <strong>the</strong> day,