For a school outing, the teacher would take us up to the hot springs for the afternoon. No one seemed to worry about the grizzly bears or wolves in the area.
In addition to the school outing, our parents would take us up there for family picnics.
I can clearly recall the smell of the 26 degree C mineral water, the smell of the trees, the slimy wooden boards holding the water in, the gravel bottom, and best of all the frogs and tadpoles swimming around. Those days are gone, but our memories have still lasted.
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Hank, Will, a friend, and mum, having a great time in the original Albert Canyon hot springs. Photo taken in July 1957.
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Will sitting by the hot springs with mum looking on. |
The water is now reheated and piped to the new "Canyon Hot Springs", to bad in a way, but now everyone can enjoy a piece of our past.
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The Smallberge girls, Hank and Will enjoying the hot springs |
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Photo found on the internet: Left to right, Gordon Jones, Steve Woolsey and friend, taken in 1970. |
and now...
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What can you say... no more tadpoles or slimy boards... only memories |
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