The cutting of lumber went on until Christmas or until the snow got too deep. One Christmas, forty years ago, Tom Johnston, his wife and two young children had to spend Christmas at the camp. “We were going to come out and spend Christmas Day with my mother,” said Mrs. Johnston. They didn’t plan to stay at the camp, but four feet of snow fell and no one could come and get them out.
The violent winds would blow and the snow would continue to beat against the cabin. The warm fire and soft lights gave them a feeling of security. The children watched the storm from the window. What was it like to spend Christmas Eve in the lumber camp? “It was just the same as any other Sunday”, said Tom Johnston. Mrs. Johnston added, “We didn’t seem to mind it. We didn’t have a Christmas because we didn’t plan on staying.”