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U.S. Department of Agriculture, Forest Service, Alaska Region. 


EAGLE RIVER YCC. Eagle River Conservation Corps, Chatham Area, Tongass National 
Forest, Forest Service, Department of Agriculture (P.O. Box 1980, Juneau, 
Alaska 99835). January 1979, Series No. R10-53. 



I. Our Fearless Leader 3 

II. The Crews at Work 6 

III. Cabin Groups -13 

IV. Environmental Awareness 21 

V. Spikes 23 

VI. Etc. , Etc. , Etc 31 

Cooks & KP 32 

One of Those Days 34 

The Light in Experience 38 

Awards 40 

Quotable Quotes 41 

VII. Special Events 42 

Fourth of July 47 

Olympics 49 

Ms. YCC 1978 51 

Woodsmen's Meet 53 

Closing Ceremony 54 


Eagle River YCC 

What is YCC? 

What is YCC? Some might say it stands for the Yakutat Carnivore Control. 
Some might think it's a place to go have fun and goof off and get paid to 
do it. Some might think it is all hard work and no fun at all, what with 
all those rules like bed check, having to get up early, working in the kit- 
chen and being watched all the time. 


What is YCC? YCC stands for Youth Conservation Corps and it is many things 
to many people for many reasons. It is a lot of hard work, doing things 
you might not like to do. It is a lot of fun, doing new things with new 
friends. It is learning about the nature of the world around us and how to 
be a better part of it. 

During our lives we each have an opportunity to leave our mark on the world. 
How we do that is our choice. The way in which we choose to leave our mark 
may in some way determine what our fellows think of us in the future. YCC 
gives each of us, enrollees and staff alike, an opportunity to leave our 
mark in a constructive manner. You may not be able to sign your name to your 
work as an artist might, or receive great publicity as some more famous 
person, but you should leave YCC with a feeling of having in some way 
large or small contributed to a richer environment. 

The Dages that follow are a record of the people, the work and the play that 
made the 1973 YCC program at Eagle River Camp a great success. As you turn 
the pages, remember the GOOD TIMES. 



PAT THRASHER , . . Ready to conquer 


SIEVE PERRONE — Assistant Director- 
Work Coordinator 
He's got cute cheeks 

PETER STOW - Camp Director 
"Our fearless leader?' You want to 
get tough with me, sonny? 

LIND5EY MASON - Assistant Director- 
E.E. Coordinator 



Eagle River YCC's 1978 staff hailed from far and wide and their person- 
alities were as varied as the regions they came from. Together, they 
formed an amazingly successful, although rather bizarre crew that managed 
to piece a lot of head scratching and "What are we gonna do now's?" 
into a thoroughly enjoyable summer. 

KELLY KELLAM: Swings a mean blacksmith's hammer. Demostrated in an 
uncanny fashion how not to do the obstacle course. 

PATTY HAMBROOK: Helpless without a tube of Colgate toothpaste. Suc- 
cessfully color-coordinated her rain gear and three 
sweaters every work day. 

KARLA FUNKHOUSER: The belle from Virginia. Well known for her role in 

the off-Hanus Bay production of the "Hershey squirts." 

FAITH BOUCHER: Alaska's California girl. Faith was a major force behind 
the staff's trouncing of the enrol lees at volleyball. 

JUSTINE EMERSON: Heavy duty hiker. Justine was "camp nurse" and was 
indi spensi bl e at distributing Band-Aids to the needy. 

SISSY ROBERTS: Sissy had a dual role at camp, work leader and propaganda 
minister for West Virginia although not necessarily in 
that order. 

PETE STORTZ: As Camp Director, Pete was responsible for heaping up a 
wild and crazy staff. Insisted on buying all the camp's 
dairy products from Wisconsin. 


STEVE PERRONE: Steve was in charge of the work leaders. His unofficial 

title was "Cutest Rear-end in the Camp." He did a good job 
at covering his New Jersey past by using a Montana address. 

KEL KAHLER: Resembled a gold prospector more than a YCC group leader. Infamous 
selecting tide pools for solo campsites and cooking stuffed pork 
chops at Hanus Bay. 

KEN POST: Endless fights with Patty over New Jersey superiority. Liked the 
Amalga trail so he could carry the rifle. 

LINDSEY MASON: Mastered the art of being in six places at one time. Alaska's 
only staff representative. Had more Juneau connections than 
objects in his hat during the Commencement Night Magic Show. 

BILL SMITH: Had to have that morning cup of tea. A real company man: at 
camp at 8 a.m., gone by 4:30. 


The Crews at Work 


Crew 1 was composed of Greg Sakar (the mightiest 10 lb. hammer in 
Alaska), Shannon (slavedriver) Devon, Sergie (Yakutat Carnivore 
Control) Edwards, Marie Jean Mike (the uncontested giggle champ), 
Fred (laid-back, can't hack Adak) Jameson, and Scott Clark (who 
needs no adjectives). As Bill Smith's Blitzkreiq Pulaski brigade, 
they smashed the Moraine Ecology trail, whipped through Auke Village 
Revegetation , and dropped into Turner Lake for cabin building. 



Crew 2 started off the summer with our main project - working a week and a 
half on building staircases at Auke Village Recreation Area. With the help of 
Glen "Staircase" Wright, we completed three of the best staircases in the Tongas 
Tongass National Forest; and here we had our one and only accident of the summer, 
with Cindy Huelle bruising her finger when we were rolling logs out of the way. 
(Luckily, no broken bones, just pain.) 

From there we tried our hand at trail maintenance on the great Amalga Trail. 
Here we fought through the brush, waded in knee deep water left by a constant 
downpour of rain, and had our spirits kept up with the never-ending chatter 
and laughter of Kelly Palmer. The kids also had fun teasing Patty about carrying 
the rifle. 

We were all glad to move on to revegetation at Eagle Beach and Auke Village 
Recreation. Maureen Kusick proved to be of great assistance in helping get 
things done and keeping track of things. This holds true for the eight weeks 
we were together. 

Turner Lake Spike was probably the best for all of us. Finishing up the new 
Forest Service cabin and tearing down the old one proved to be fun and enjoy- 
able. Steve Lord was forever trying to fish, even during work hours. However, 
when we let Steve and Darby Rockney tear down the old cabin they went right to 
town. It was down in no time at all and they really enjoyed it' Pat Steiner 
became our famed carpenter, doing a lot of work on the bunks inside. During our 
last week we were at Mendenhall Visitor Center doing trail work on Steep Creek 
and adding our contribution to the Moraine Ecology Trail by putting up the trail 


Crew 3 spent some of the summer working on trail maintenance on the 
Moraine Ecology Trail, East Glacier Trail, and Nugget Creek Trail. One 
week we worked on transplanting beach rye to landscape rock barriers 
along Eagle Beach Picnic Area. On the same area we planted young spruce 
trees between picnic tables. We did barrier construction, fertilization, 
and reseeding of old roadbeds at Dredge Lake. We went to Hanus Bay 
on a spike for fertilization and revegetation work. 

It became apparent early in the summer that certain tools and work 
qualities matched perfectly with some personalities of the people on 
Crew 3. You would have to physically drag Randy Nidever and Mike 
Pannone away from work on the days they were operating the come-along 
for pulling out stumps - not so on other days. Jenny Edwards was the 
crew's persistent and steadfast raker. Our dynamic duo, Lisa Steiner 
and Elizabeth Strachan, did everything together. Gentleman Sam Bishop 
never wanted to stop working - even in the rain. Not to be caught 
working was Cindy Frederick. Last but not least was Nicky Peters, 
who for eight long weeks was constantly harassed by "Hey Nick, what 
time is it?" 



"When we first came to this camp... and we named that shack break my back." 
An appropriate beginning for Crew 4. From the first week, building the 
wood shack to the last few days at Dredge Lake, Crew 4 plowed right through 
project after project! Coming back from Yakutat, we went to work on the 
bulletin boards, trying many different techniques to get them together. 
Putty does amazing things, doesn't it Christine? 

From bulletin boards to Moraine Ecology Trail was a pleasant change - at 
least for a day or two. Mike and Paul managed to carry out 100 loads of gravel 
up and down the trail in between their numerous breaks. David had a good time 
rolling rocks over his finger and we all had fun lining the rocks up in a 
STRAIGHT? line. 

The sixth and seventh week left Crew 4 as scattered as Crew 6 usually was. 
Those not out on spike or working on the Mendenhall Inventory worked at 
Dredge Lake. The crew consisted of members of Crews 1, 3, 4, and 5. With 
the help of Glenn "Revegetation" Gray, a few extra rakes and "W Va. Tools," 
and the sunshine, the week passed quickly - it was so quick we even kept working 
on Saturday. 

The seventh week started with a split - Bill and the guys working at Auke 
Village while Sissy and the girls did a little work on Herbert Glacier. Of 
course, that was unsatisfactory and the rest of the week we again worked 
together, particularly at Auke Village. Those blueberries, salmon berries, 
nagoon berries - they were huge and delicious. 

Finally, the last week and our crew was back together! A few more trips to 
Dredge Lake and Mendenhall Glacier and "Our work's done - but the land 
was sweet and good - we did what we could!" 



Crew 5 always operated in a very special way. The more they fought among 
themselves, the better they worked. Whether it was John vs. Kirk or Oly vs. 
Don, if they were bickering you could tell they were working. Silence scared 

For sure, an outhouse is difficult to be proud of, but Crew 5 managed to do 
as fine a job on that as possible. They took to pouring concrete with such 
enthusiasm it was hard to get them to share the work. 

Then it was off for several days of grass whipping on the Amalga Trail, 
before spike to Yakutat. 



What can be said about Crew 6? Rumor has it -- they really got around! 
Consisting of Ernie Sarnaniego, Calvin Logue, Toni Cameron, Cindy Frederick, 
Theresa Akaran, Wayne Englund, and April Adams, they weren't the most united 
crew! However, one probably could say they worked on more projects that any 
other crew. 

The strong point of Crew 6 must have been their energetic and domineering crew 
leader. Last time I heard, they were still looking for someone who could 
handle that bunch. 

Being split up like they were, they had the opportunity to work with each of 
the other five crews and consequently their projects were varied. Finally, 
near the end of camp, they joined forces with Faith and Dan Price and headed 
up to the terrors of Yakutat, only to return home to Eagle River and go their 
separate ways once again. 



Cabin Groups 

Cabin 1 

Conveniently located right beside the male staff cabin, Tracy, 
Cindy, Mariejean and Denise always were under a close watch. It 
made things a little difficult to pull off, but you must give them 
credit for trying! 


Cabin 5 

Not exactly a peaceful, quiet cabin! Debbie, Maureen, Cyndi and 
Kelly kept the staff on their toes at bed-check. The staff cabin 
next door never could figure out what the noises were 1n the middle 
of the night. These girls Baited patiently for their serenades -- 

"Good night Ladies " before they settled down for a "good nights 


Cabin 6 

Opposite of their next door neighbors (cabin 5), April, Doris, Oly, Torn", 
and Liz were the quiet ones - at least as far as the staff knew. However, 
this cabin also seemed to have trouble waking up in the morning, not to mention 
their high degree of sickness. Maybe they weren't as peaceful as we thought. 



Cabin 7 

Secluded in their own area, little 
is known about cabin 7. Shannon, 
Lisa, Ellen and Theresa lived in 
the "rehersal hall"! Sometimes 
their singing sounded like music 
from a radio. They were conven- 
iently located by the salmon 
berries ("Then you take the 
berries and you squish 'em, squish 
'em...") and latrine. (Get rid of 
those salmon berries.) 

Cabin 10 - Scott Clark, Mike Pannone, Sam Bishop, and Steve Lord 

The noise and surprises never died down throughout the summer in this area 
of camp. The staff couldn't anticipate who'd be hiding up in the bunks or in 
the bags. There were some down-to-earth talks late into the evening, too. 
But, all in all, cabin 10 could claim two clear titles: the messiest cabin, 
and the best and worse hiding places. This was also the only cabin with slaves. 
Like we said, "Unpredictable!" 


Ski Cabin 

It boggles the mind, but this group of fellas fell asleep faster then any other 
cabin. We suspect this was due to the lack of light and ventilation. These 
types of sleeping habits have been noticed throughout history with all cave 

dwellers. But most caves didn't have master vedrooms as this one did 

right, Wayne?! It's beleivable that the location of the cabin kept its 

inhabitants from hearing the bell in the morning but their alarm clock, 


Cabin 11 - Kirk, Paul , Greg, 
John, Mike, and Cal 

Nothing short of an earth- 
quake could get these guys 
out of bed. Paul and Mike 
were consistently late 
risers while Greg was just 
the opposite; he was in a 
deep sleep come 10:30. There 
certainly was no shortage 
of furniture due to Kirk's 
ability to construct shelves- 
for a price. The cabin 
itself looked and smelled 
like a drugstore with the 
huge supply of shampoos & 
aftershave lotions. Too bad 
nobody in Cabin 11 shaved! 
If any nickname should be 
given to Cabin 11, probably 
"The Hamper" would be most 
appropriate because of the 
huge stack of dirty laundry 
near the back of the cabin 



Cabin 9 - Womens Staff 

Probably would never get an award for neatest cabin but they lived 
quite comfortably! Justine, Faith and Sissy were famed for their 
inability to hear the morning bell. Several interesting conversations 
stemmed from this cabin, especially some of Faiths intriguing stories. 
Being secluded, sometimes the cabin got quite lonely, didn't it Sissy? 


Cabin 4 - Womens Staff 

Luckily this cabin was conveniently located beside Cabin 5 - someone 
had to keep and eye on Karla, Patty, and Kelly! Noted for being early 
risers (usually), little could be heard from this cabin late at night 
except an occasional "Oh no - I gained another pound today - its sit-up 
time" . 

Cabin 3 - Mens Staff 

The moon shines bright over this cabin. 
Full of locked lockers with their prize 
possessions - Pete, Ken, Kel , Steve and 
an occasional visit by Lindsey and Pat 
kept this cabin always jumping. Late 
night talks were part of the routine and 
sleep was unheard of until the early 
hours of the morning. 



Group Living 

After working hard brushing trails and planting trees, a YCC 
enrollee might look forward to an evening of hiking or basketball 
with a bunch of people who has slept late that morning -- the 
Group Living Specialists!! 

We had many trips to the Teen Club, Nugget Mall and other highlights 
of downtown Juneau, as well as hikes to Herbert Glacier, Mt. Juneau, 
Last Chance Mine, and the Boy Scout Camp. In-camp activities included 
talks by Matt Felix from the Juneau Drug and Alcohol Agency, archeolo- 
gist Madonna Moss and performances by Rich Read and the rescue dogs, 
Rick Foules and the hammer dulcimer, E.J. and dances, square and 
otherwise. Environmental awareness activities included plant walks, 
beach walks, movies, and slide shows. We also went to the circus, 
the Mendenhall Glacier, and visited the USS Sacramento and Eaglecrest. 

But it wasn't all fun and games back at old Southeast Alaska Camp. 

10:30 comes every night and the dreaded BEDCHECK'. ! ! Patty, Ken, 

and Sissy with their serenades of "Good Night Ladies", dark figures 

stumbling through the gloom, snarling "Get to bed, Hardee! There 

are NO bears around" .... "I don't care if your laundry isn't dry"... 
"Where is that radio"?! But revenge was taken on the last night, 
when even quadruple bed checks didn't coerce anyone into their 


Environmental Awareness 

Environmental Awareness was always a surprising experience which 
seemed to keep everyone honest throughout the summer of '78. A 
lot of the high expectations set down by Lindsey were met. The 
workleaders, acting as teachers, did an outstanding job in carrying 
out our Environmental Awareness program. 

The salmon hatchery trip, which involved taking female salmon for 
their eggs, was a highlight of the summer for those who participated. 
We caught salmon by nets, took their eggs, fertilized the eggs, and 
put them into egg trays. Oly and MarieJean made a special treat of 
Eskimo ice cream with some of the salmon that were cought. Along 
with learning about the salmon lifecycle, the fish hatchery taught us 
a little about private enterprise. YCC isn't the only way to get 

Revegetation and reseeding projects trimmed the summer with active 
environmental practices. We did a lot of it, and also a lot of 
revegetating alongside the Juneau, Yakutat, and Admiralty trail 
systems. The value of trail maintenance in Southeast Alaska would 
be better understood if any enrollee returned next year to one of 
the work sites. Recovery is amazing in the Alaskan rainforest. 

Among field trips this summer was the Auke Bay Fish Lab, the Alaska 
State Museum, the Mendenhall Visitor Center, and many interesting 
excursions which were taken to the Nugget Mall eco-system. 

One of the favorite activities was using a compass to find lost 
people - Fred, Nicky, and Bill. Paul loved the bush-wacking 
part of the search. 

The all-time great "Fine Feathered Friend" award was split down the 
middle, given to Steve Lord and Sam Bishop. 

One of the highly esteemed envionmental awareness activities was 
led by a Mr. Sergie Edwards. Sergie and his "Carnivore Control" 
people tagged the infamous Fur Seal and Polar Bear in Mendenhall Lake 
after a rough day of parachuting onto the glacier and measuring the 
average crevass width. 

Looking back, Environmental Awareness was a fun way to learn, and 
learn we did! "Test" scores increased greatly at the end of the 
summer. A nice break from work, E.A. was an important and rewarding 
aspect of camp 1 i fe. 





It all started when Karla saw a "whale flying into Hanus Bay!" From 
there the trip took shape rapidly. Our mission was to spread fertilizer 
and grass seed on bare rock, road cuts, landslides and other areas 
where revegetation was needed. 

Considering the circumstances, camp was set up in record time. It took 
hours hunting rocks which could be used to anchor the guy lines and 
floor, since the tent stakes proved useless in the gravelly soil. But, 
at any rate, the kids set up a fine sleeping area and kitchen. 

Work generally started with a long walk, up to four miles to get to 
our work sites. On these walks we learned about plants, saw bears, ate 
berries, wondered how much further we had to go, sang songs, watched lots 
of eagles, and, in general, saw the country. 

In camp we spent a lot of time together; before, during, and after meals. 
This time brought out stories from the day, childhood memories, songs 
and long orations by Kel on the harmfulness of "all kinds of sugar". 
(He then secretly ate Karla's candy bars!) 

We were a group... we were a family, and we shall never forget often Nicky told us the time, and beat everyone at-4-square 
Mike secretly wondering what he would do if a bear came, Sam spinning 
tales, singing songs and being our "naturalist," Jenny taking care of 
Karla and helping in the kitchen (and giving Nicky a run for 4-square 
champ), Elizabeth making neat sounds aroung camp, writing about "delicious 
dragons" with hellacious appetites," Lisa learning to crack the whip 
during work and laughing constantly, Karla's smoked salmon cherry pie, 
sugar cravings, fearless leadership and special plane orders for candy 
bars and sugar. 



Yakutat is a beutiful palce, especially when it is not raining. The 
Saint El i as Mountain Range surrounds the area, and Mount Saint El i as 
can occasionally be seen rising majestically north of the harbor. 

Besides all of this natural beauty and magnificent scenery, Yakutat is a 
thriving fishing village with all sorts of recreational activities to offer. 
One of the most popular for both year-round residents and visitors is going 
to the dump to watch the bears eating garbage. A particular thrill for 
our group was watching not only two cubs but also mama eat out garbage one 
night. We also visited the salmon weir to count sockeyes coming up the 
stream. And, of course, there was always basketball and treats at the cafe 
to fill in the low spots on the schedule. 

Long time friends (especially for Paul and Mike) were found in the Yakutat 
crew. With four of these friends to show us around, we found the hot spots 
from movies to the moose roast, not to mention the places in between. 

Rainy days tried to dampen our spirits, but a few interesting happenings 
kept us on Our toes. Searching for mysterious cabins on Situk Lake while 
trying to avoid bears was a favorite for Sissy and Loren. Another fun and 
exciting pastime during the working hours was to see how long one could 
walk through waistdeep water without getting wet feet. Tracy seemed to 
be one of the best! 

Of course, eating was good. Debbie, our K.P. sweetie, cooked some great 
meals along with Christine. David especially enjoyed the mushrooms in his 
spaghetti - it tasted just like ground beef! We all ate quite a bit, and 
had a relaxing and restful time, but were ready to head back to Eagle River 
at the end of our time to tackle the rest of the summer. 


Crew 5 went to Yakutat July 10-24 with Justine as group leader and 
Dan Price as crew leader. It rained the whole time and the work was at 
times quite boring, so what made the spike fun was the people. Memorable 
ones were Alex Brougle, the spicy German from Fish and Game, and Gordon 
Woods, out at the Situk salmon weir. (A frequent question for speculation 
was "Who does Justine really like - Dan or Gordon?") 

Bears and Cannon Beach were highlights of the trip. Olinga nearly got 
eaten by a bear at the town dump, Kirk and Justine turned a corner while 
jogging and met one, and another visited the crewhouse during dinner one 

Back at the crewhouse, we all got fat eating homemade goodies while John 
Hardee tried to eat a whole loaf of French bread by himself on a dare 
(he didn't make it). Kirk and Justine pledged to avoid sugar and white 
flour for the duration in the face of delectable temptations - but Kirk 
only made it four days. Justine made it until she got back to camp. 

Despite a rash of illness, the final verdict on the spike was - It was fun 


Yakutat Spike - Crew 6 

We spent three days at the Yakutat Hilton before flying out to Tanis Mesa. 
There we had airstrip maintenance ("Get on the mower, Ernie", "Cindy, move 
those grass whips ! " ) , roof repair ( "No , Wayne , hold it with the hammer 
and hit it with the pliers") , hole digging ("If you don't dig it, Calvin, 
somebody else has to") , path finding and trail brushing, and painting. 

For entertainment, we listened to Dan on the radio ("Yakutat. . .Yakutat 

Yakutat. . .Tanis Mesa single side band?"), and Faith on her broom ("Who 
made this mess?") climbed straight up the highest hill, toasted marsh- 
mallows, watched Willie and George and the baby birds, and watched 
Teresa draw Mt. Fairweather. Back in Yakutat, the great weather continued 
until we left Cannon Beach the last time. 

Turner Lake Spike #1 

Crew 1, the master builders of Alaska, inhabited the shores and waters 
of Turner Lake for ten days in mid-July. This crew consisted of Shannon 
Devon, Scott Clark, Sergie Edwards, Marie Jean Mike, Greg Sakar, and Fred 
Jameson. Technical assistance was provided by Glen Wright, Steve Perrone, 
Peter Stortz, and Bill Smith. 

During the ten days, a cabin site was chosen and cleared, a foundation set 
and leveled, walls raised, a roof laid, and doors and windows installed. 
A brand new, non-smelling outhouse was erected. Main credits for the 
excavation of the sewage system goes to Sergie Edwards and Scott Clark. 
Special credit goes to Fred Jameson for his contribution to camp morale. 

This spike was not without excitement. During the Adak Island picnic, a 
small balck bear entered camp and demolished Marie and Shannon's tent. 
Fortunately, they were not in it at the time. Further early morning visits 
by both the cub and its mother were thwarted by Steve Perrone and his rock. 
His brave actions demonstrated to all that he is not one to be tangled 
with in the wee morning hours. 

In summary, Turner Lake spike was a success. All the crew and staff were 
exposed to the area's great beauty, especially as seen in the waterfalls, 
cliffs, and snow packs. The crew worked hard and well. Turner Lake cabin 
will serve to shelter the public for many years to come. 





Crew 2 spent weeks 6 and 7 at Turner Lake. Except for a shower one morning, 
the weather was excellent with seven clear days in a row. We were there to 
finish the job Crew 1 had started, a new Forest Service cabin on the East 
side of the lake. Under the never-ending direction of Glen "Staircase" 
Wright, we set to work. Adding on a porch and steps helped us to brush up 
on our carpentry skills. Next the bunks went in with the painstaking labor 
of Pat Steiner. Counter and table were built with Kelly's hammering skills, 
and shelves and trim we can accredit to Cindy and Maureen. Steve was the 
main man in giving the cabin its heat source, by moving in the wood stove. 
Darby was, between hammering, securing down the roof with steel cables. 

The girls, ever so diligently, stained the cabin from roof to baseboard, 
while the guys fixed up the woodshed. The old cabin disappeared in no time 
at all - burning its remains took the longest and it sure was HOT! Everyone 
pitched in on cleaning up the area and putting down fertilizer and grass 

Mixed in with all this work were times we will never forget. K.P., at which 
everyone had his turn, was always a highlight as was eating steak, lots of 
fish, pizza with the works, stuffed porkchops by Kel (among other things), 
blueberry coffee cake, and apple juice. Hiking up to the waterfall, walking 
on the snowfield and Pat seeing the only bear of the entire trip were other 
highlights. Recreational boat rides, trips down to the West cabin to hike 
into good fishing areas (we caught 20+), Taku Inlet sunny spots, and the 
awesome beauty of Turner Lake made it a lifetime experience. Truly Alaska 
at its best. 




Summer was waning when out of the murky depths of the Juneau Work 
Center came a call for a new spike out on Admiralty Island. Since 
all of the crews had already participated on previous spikes, it was 
decided the certain deserving representatives from each crew would be 
selected. The net result of that selection was Kirk Rasmusson, 
Nlike Benitinen, Denice Knapp, Shannon Devon, Lisa Steiner, and Sam 
Bishop. Collectively, they became known as Crew X. 

The trip was shaky at the start: Ken, the work leader misplaced 
half of the food supply the night before takeoff, then, at takeoff, 
the Otter decided to malfunction twice while in flight and was forced 
to return. 

Eventually, everyone arrived safely and dinner the first night was 
served promptly at 11:30 PM. From that point on, everything was great. 
The campsite, formerly a combination swamp-blueberry thicket, was 
rapidly transformed into a small tent city complete with endless 
stretches of black visqueen. 

Our mission on Admiralty Island was to hack out a canoe portage between 
Hasselborg and McKinney Lakes. Crew X went at the job with such 
enthusiasm and dedication that after five days they had already 
surpassed the expectations of the Forest Service inspectors. 

In between the endless pulaskiing of roots, was a rich supply of 
good food and comedy. Crew X learned that Pete, Tweed, and Ken 
were not just Forest Service employees going about their job, but 
rather a threesome of unique and swinging guys. They sang opera in 
the morning and particularly enjoyed roasting Mike Benitinen 
over the fire. The leaders also found out about Crew X's hidden talents 
and idiosyncrasies. Ken's loving wife, Litza, baked four scrumptious 
cakes and even boxed them for our dining pleasure. Kirk, always in an 
acute state of bearanoia, piled the fire with every available scrap of 


garbage until the smoke drove everyone from the campfire area. 

Who can say enough about the best cook in the Tongass? Pete made some 
of the tastiest meals and certainly the most original. Never ending 
portions of steak, fish, sandwiches, and last but not least, Pete's 
amazing lentil soup--guaranteed to give everyone the "voots". 

Environmental education was something special ,' too; Pete and Tweed 
arguing over wilderness, sunning oneself at the Hassleborg River, and 
Pete's classic session on Alaskan soils will always remain close to 
our hearts. 

When camp was being taken down, it was hard not to reflect upon ten 
days that certainly left a mark on everyone. Good weather, good work, 
good food, and good company. Isn't that the way it should be? 


Etc., Etc., Etc. 


Walking blindfolded in silence throught tall grasses, tidal pools, over 
beaches and through spruce trees was just the beginning. Finding yourself 
alone, no one in sight, surrounded by the sounds of the winds, the ocean, 
and the wild life was just the beginning. After checking out "your spot" 
it was time to set up a shelter with the plastic sheet and four ropes you 
were given. Then, if you could start a fire before your six matches ran out, 
you might do so. A little food from the handful of gorp, but not too 
much. A sip of water from the quart you were given tasted really fine. 
Now you were set for the next thirty-six hours, with your thoughts and 
nature, all alone. Darkness and solitude can conjure up many feelings and 
fears. .. .getting to know yourself sometimes takes a risk - a challenge. 
The following people took that risk and in very rainy conditions came back 
with insights, stories, excitement, and complete smiles. 

Cindy Huelle 
Maureen Kusick 
Steve Lord 
Darby Rockney 
Cindy Frederick 
Lisa Steiner 
Mike Pannone 

Tracy Clayton ^^HH^^H - »~>#WBa»> WM^tai 

Kirk Rasmus son ilSM ''■ V - M^&rf-smfc. 

Elizabeth Strachan 
Sam Bishop 

Solo — A great opportunity to philosophize. 
Right Kel? 



Throughout life there are various things which are taken for 
granted. One action which sometimes goes unnoticed is food preparation. 
Well, here at camp this wasn't so. Everyone appreciated the time and 
work Susan and Maggie put into preparing each meal. If you've ever been 
on KP I'm sure you realize the work the cooks go through to prepare all 
that food:: 

KP was not always looked forward to by the enrollees. If you've 
ever wondered why, here's a run down on how KP goes. It starts out 
the night before. Those assigned to KP run around after the bell rings 
trying to find an alarm clock so they can get up at 6:00 in the morning. 
By the time they get one they're so tired they doubt if they'll wake up 
to i t anyway! '. 


As morning rolls around at 6:00, the alarm clock rouses everyone 
in the cabin. You hurry and turn it off, jump out of bed, get dressed, 
and head for the lodge. As you enter, hoping to have time for a nice 
hot cup of chocolate, you notice there is a lot to be done--butter , 
jelly, and milk must be placed out, sugar jars, salt and pepper shakers, 
and creamers must be filled, glasses placed out, tables and chairs 
straightened, and already there is a stack of dishes. 

At 6:45 you ring the bell and the other KP'er comes runnin' to help. 
Breakfast is served at 7:00. After breakfast, lunches are made and camp 
empties out. 

Throughout the morning there are many responsibilities the KP 
must do. The tables are to be cleared and washed, dishes' must be 
done, garbage burned, dining area floor mopped, porches swept, wash 
room cleaned, showers cleaned, and the most favorite task of all, 
outhouses had to be cleaned. 


Once these are completed it is usually 12:00 and a lunch is 
waiting and you have the afternoon to yourself. 

As 5:00 rolls around, the KP'ers report back to the kitchen. 
Once again tables and chairs are straightened, glasses placed out, 
dishes placed out on the serving counter, and of course, there is another 
stack of dishes. 

After dinner there are stacks an' stacks an' stacks of dishes 
which have to be done. With friends alongside helping and singing, 
the dishes are soon completed and the KP'ers soon "hit the hay" after 
a hard day's work. 

Yum.. Nothing like ice crew for 
putting on a few more extra pounds, 


Aren't these clean enough yet? I thought KP would be easy, 


The day starts with the ring of the bell. Everyone jumps out of bed. Then 
you struggle to get up with the bell ringing in your head. By the time your 
cabin mates are up, the bell is still ringing. Or maybe it's the second bell. 
And you're still trying to get dressed. You can feel it's gonna be one of 
those days. 

Then eveyone takes turns going to the outhouse. When it's not your turn, 
you're busy getting your hard hat and gloves and whatever else you might 
need for work. When you really know it's one of those days is when you're 
the last one to the outhouse. 

After the outhouse ordeal, everyone heads for breakfast. As you walk 

down the trail, you have to run back three times because you forgot something, 

such as bug dope. It sure is one of those days. 


When you finally get to the lodge it is 7:20 and you know as you walk in 
Ken won't be smiling. You then try to sneak past him hoping he won't say 
anything. But, of course, it's one of those days and he yells at you. 

After the lecture from Ken, you walk into the show line and you're positive 
it is one of those days when you're greeted by cold scrambled eggs with corn 
in them. As you go through the line someone snatches the last piece of bacon 
just before you get to it. To top that off, as you sit down to butter your 
toast, all the butter and jelly is gone and all that's left is the last part 
of the pineapple juice which feels like chunks as you drink it. As you 
eat, all you can think is "that's what you get for being late. Boy this is one 
of those days . " 

After you clear your plate, you find out it's your turn to take lunches so 
you have to go back to your cabin and get your pack. Because you're in such 
a hurry you don't think you will have enough time to make sandwiches, so you 
ask Mike P. to make them for you. At last something has gone right. Mdu 
didn't have to make your sandwiches. Your first, and probably last, break of 
the day. 

8:00 rolls around and everyone's sitting around waiting for the bus. At 
8:15 the bus finally shows and not until then do you remember the canteen. 
So youuhave to run back to the lodge while the bus turns around. Then, after 
you've gotten the canteen, you can sit colmly on the bus, waiting for your 
crew's turn to get off. All the way there you're thinkin' "It's just one 
of those days . " 

When you get to your work area you start work. As the morning moves on you're 
really looking forward to lunch. 

Then, finally, it's 12:00. Time for lunch. You pull out your sandwich and 
you know Mike is in a good mood thinking about you because you have a peanut 


butter, bacon, mayonnaise, and onion sandwich. Luckily there is another one 
which is plain bologna and cheese, you hope. 

After lunch, work goes fine for the next two hours. Then it's time for E.E. 
You try to take a core sample of a tree. That doesn't turn out at all. You 

also try to take water ph test but instead of you use 

. Naturally, it's all messed up, too. 

Finally, work and E.E. are over for the day. Just a bus ride back to camp 
and sharpening tools, then comes a nice hot meal. 

Yuch!! Sharpening tools!?! Of course, you get a very dull shovel which takes 
a half an hour to sharpen. You ask Patty six times if it's sharp enough. It 
always seems to need more. Then the next time it's finally good enough. 

After the hard day's work, a shower is in order. So you go to the showers only 
to find the guys are in there. When they're done it's your turn. You turn 
on the hot water and it comes out cold. 

When your nice cold shower is done you get a good hot meal, which is nice and 
filling, only to be told three times in the meeting afterwards to be quiet 
and, of course, you have no mail. 

To top off your whole day, for recreation that evening there is a Jacque 
Cousteau movie which everyone must see for the fifth time in one year. 

Then, as you go to bed, you think back on your day and you are surely, 
honestly, truely, positive it was one of those days. 


Thank God 


The warm water 
splashing with each 
stroke of the paddles 
The hot Sun beating 
against my back 
As I keep moving on 
and on to the 

Suddenly the river opens 
to sea and 

Horizons are broadened 
I am a part of the 
water, we are one. 

Kelly and Maureen 

A Tree Is 

As beautiful as me 

If only the world could see 

We'd all be free. 


Thank God for dirty dishes 
They have a tale to tell 
While others may go hungry 
We're eating very well 

With home & health & happiness 
I shouldn't want to fuss 
for by the sack of evidence 
God's been good to us. 

I feel the wind 

touch me 

as the water 

hits each individual 

rock a thousand 

times over 

the beating of the Sun 

on the water 1 i ke dew 


I am here 

I am free 

like the wind 

water and Sun. 



The Light in Experience 

The Northern Sun softly rounds off its bright silhouette 
against the earth and is gone. 
Light favors the presence of no creatures 

nor any objects. . . 
Through its passing all is revealed; 
for those with eyes to see. 

Experience seems to shed its light also 

as with time it crosses my mind, my body, and my emotions. 
This summer has favored neither happiness 

nor sadness; 

in its light I have laughed 

and I have cried. 

The wet gray days were occasionally shadowed 
with thoughts and words 

from my smaller self, 
But many nights I felt back over the day before sleep 
and recalled glowing encounters 

which lent toiling colors to my days, 
at times vibrant and exciting, 

other times softly pastel and loving. 

Living closely among groups of people 

I have found the most trying and frightening experiences.... 

also the most rewarding. 

I won't easily forget the moments 
I touched another soul ; 

My heart will not forget the moments 
that I myself was touched. 

Standing on an Alaskan Lake, 

Surrounded by unseen waterfalls, 
a splash of stars 

and a calm as deep as life. 
All reflected in the faces of new friends 
with whom I stood. 

Sharing food around a campfire, 
brushed by a rustling wind 
and brisk laughter. . . 
This my day's communion. 

Embracing another in a time of deep sadness, 

finding tears reaching out 

unable to say enough, 
but sharing totally - unashamed. 

I have been an eagle 
among eagles, 

and together we have soared at will. 



Life is so rich - 

Through sharing I have touched more closely 
the vitality and richness of life. 

Now the Sun softly rounds off its bright silhouette 
against the gentle earth 

and we each go our own way 
as though carried on the last rays 

of the evening sun. . . . 
But my mind's feelings 

shall always reach back. 




Most Rowdy 
Most Emotional 
Cutest Eye Make-up 
Hardest Worker 
Best Dancer 
Biggest Flirt 
Biggest Eater 
Biggest Troublemaker 
Loudest Mouth 
Strongest Girls 
Strongest Boys 
Biggest Pain 
Biggest Smile 
Biggest Gigglers 
Most Talented 
Grumpi est 
Best Berry Picker 
Best Dressed 
Best BB Players 
Camp Clown 
Best Gentleperson 
Biggest Hands 

Mike P. 

Mike P. 
Mike R. 

Paul S Mike 





Pat S. 

Wayne E. 


Mike B. & Paul 

Cal vi n 














01 eg & Cyndi 


Marie & Teresa 


Maureen & Ellen 
Kelly & Lisa 
Deni se 


Tracy Clayton 
Greg Sakar 
Shannon Devon 
Fred Jameson 
Marie J. Mike 
Sergie Edwards 
Cindy Huelle 
Kelly Palmer 
Maureen Kusich 
Pat Steiner 
Steve Lord 
Darby Rockney 
Cindy Frederick 
Lisa Steiner 
Jenny Edwards 
Mike Pannone 
Nicky Peters 
Debbie Bodfish 
Christine Sakar 
Paul Melovidou 
David Sisk 
Mike Benttinen 
Oly Smith 
Scott Clark 
Doris Candage 
Ellen Sakeagak 
Kirk Ramusson 
John Hardee 
Don Vahlsing 
Theresa Akaran 
Liz Strachan 
Wayne England 
Calvin Logue 
Sam Bishop 
Ernie Samaniego 
Tony Cameron 
April Adams 
Denice Knapp 
Si ssy 
Karl a 







"Late night walks" 

"The Mad Hacker" (the best pulaski) 

"Knock it off" 

"Eagle River's Eagle-Eye. On the dot split" 

"The warmest smile" 

"YCC Yakutat Carnivore Control" 

"Olympic Day Rock Collision" 

"Earth to Kelly, Earth to Kelly" 

"I don't think I can handle this." 

"Baahh!! See a boy, give 1 em a dollar" 

"King of the fishermen" 

"I try harder" 

"Howdy folks" 

"Heck of an idea 

"Silent movie" 

"It's against my religion" 

"Four-square champ" 

"Even me?" 

"Gets around" 

"That ain't exactly easy" 




"The ladies' man" 

"Teen angel la la la" 

"Endless Laugh" 

"For a dollar" 

"Take notes ma man" 

"Cases of Shasta soda" 

"Let' s do it again" 

"000000HHHHHHH " 

"Ringer at horseshoes" 
"See ya all later" 
"Let me tell ya a story" 
"Later man" 

"Sometimes you feel like a nut" 
"Quit picking on me" 
"Shanda's short sidekick" 

"West, by God, say it with a smile, Virginia" 

"Check out that guy over there" 

"Don't give me that no" 

"Da da daa daa da da daa daa da da" 

"Are you happy? Do you like it here?" 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" 

"You will eat it, and you will like it!" 

"Raisins, raisins, raisins, more raisins" 

"Ok, fine" 

"Hey baby, wanna get lucky?" 

"Keep those tools moving!" 

"Someone wanna be my first mate?" 

"I'm gonna set this down and I'm not gonna know 

what happened" 

"Get out of the kitchen" 

"Let's meet at the fish weir" 


Special Events 



all's fair in a MONSTER RACE. 



"Around and around . , , 






We labored late into the night, constructing the Herbert Glacier 
on the 1-1/2 ton pickup stake bed. We found (after the stores closed) 
that there weren't enough napkins so cardboard formed the peaks and 
napkins the skirts of the mountains. The paint locker in the warehouse 
gave us the greenery, and Kirk crowned the snowy peaks. The next 
morning, a gluey atmosphere caused some drippage, but the work of art 
we had built held together through the whole parade. 

The Kazoo band carried a lovely sign, and lips gave out before 
lungs as the reviewing stand heard Maureen's "Give me a Y!" 

Back at Eagle Beach, Dutch baseball, bobbing for bananas, banana 
7-up eating contest, and water balloon relay races kept us going 
until sunset (spectacular). The tide flats left their mark on us all 
as the enrol lees overpowered the staff in the tug-of-war of the year, 
and the washing machine ran late into the night. 

Find the banana 


Good thing we like each other 


The Eagle River YCC Olympics were held on Saturday, August 5. The camp 
was divided into teams and was off to the beach. We all had great fun 
as we went through the events. Whenever we're all together, the laughter 
never stops; for instance, on this particular day an exhibition "blind 
run" was presented by Cindy Huelle and Kelly Palmer, ending in Kelly 
guiding Cindy into and over the nearest boulder! Another highlight of the 

the events was the castle building contest and of course the 

following barbeque rated high as usual. 

Just a few more windows 


MS. YCC 1978 

The crowd waited in hushed anticipation for the beauties to enter 
the room. Slowly they filed in: Feda, wearing bedroom slippers and 
shocking pink attire, Michele in a long blue gown, Carlita in the new 
casual -formal look, Samantha in a sensuous red dress, Darbella just 
stunning in a knee-length skirt and sandals, Joana sporting a 1 920 ' s 
green flapper dress, and Kenni Lee in a sleeveless blue gown. 

Contestants were judged on the basis of bathing suits, spon- 
taneous questions and answers, and talent. Many authorities considered 
this year's show to have the best collection of legs in the Sowth^a st . 
Perhaps the tightest competition arose durinq the talent session. 
Several hit songs were performed in rather "original fashion". 

When the final tallies were in, Carlita was the new Eagle River 
Ms. YCC of 1978. The judges claimed Carlita broke it wide open with her 
highly humorous replies during the question and answer session. Runner- 
up awards were Freda who snared Ms. Poise, Michele winning best gown, 
Samantha with best bathing suit, Darbella captured best talent with a 
tear-jerking rendition of "I am a Woman". Joana attracted everyone's 
eye with the foxiest award and Kenni Lee received Ms. Congeniality for 
her jumping into the judges' laps on several occasions. 

So for a period of one year, Eagle River has a new reigning 
beauty queen. 


Look at the form (! *i \ 

Ballet at its best; 

Anybody know how to get this 
saw out of the log? 

He doesn't really think he's 






Climb a greased pole? Spit tobacco? Do we have to? After a 
summer of clearing trails, cutting brush and working in the woods, we 
all had the big chance of proving our skills at the 1st Annual Eagle 
River Woodsmen's Meet. 

Steve and Lindsey started things off with their great tree- 
felling ski 11 s--fel 1 ing them on other trees, in the road--anywhere 
they didn't want to go. Things then got a little better and by Sunday, 
August 6th, we were ready to go! 

Sunday events included dot split, cross-cut sawing, bow sawing, 
log rolling, pulp throw, pulp split, and tobacco spit. 

Of course, the staff, assisted by TWeed, Glenn "Revegetation" , 
Glen "Staircase", Pat, Matt, and Dan set the excellent examples. 
However, they were given a lot of competition by the enrol lees in every 

Tuesday the 8th, the greased pole and cigar-fire fighting events 
took place. After several attempts to get the $5.00 at the top of the 
pole, we decided team work was the trick to the top. Most of the crews 
worked well together and, through some very unusual ways, most of 
them finally got a team member to the top. Not to be shown up, the 
staff finally sent Lindsey all the way to the top by himself. 

Wrapping everything up, cigar fire-fighting had everyone fighting 
for their lives. It's a hearty bunch to get through with no upset 
stomachs! Everyone who survived that event deserves some type of 
reward! How about a bottle of Pepto-Bismal? 

Lack of time prevented our axe throwing and fire building events 
from taking place. Even so, the Woodsmen's Meet proved to be quite 
successful and, even though "we had to do it", we had a pretty good 



After eight weeks of hard (?) work in the rain and cold, camp was finally 
coming to a close and we ended it up in style. Tuesday, August 8th, was 
the last day we would all be together, so our final ceremonies took place 
that evening. 

With Maureen and Ellen organizing and Sam running the show, the night 
was sure to be a success. 

Dinner started things off, complete with candlelight and beautfful waiters 
and waitresses (alias the staff) serving delicious Turner Lake salmon, 
along with other goodies. After the pie and ice cream, we all went outside 
for the awards ceremony. 

Most graduations are long, boring ceremonies, but not true with Eagle 
River! Complete with singing and dancing girls, magic shows, off- 
Broadway skits, and beautiful pageants, this ceremony was quite unique. 

ThE Emcees 


Of course, we had our honored guests and our serious moments. 
Many thanks were said to the people that helped us, along with the 
"big shots" who reigned over our Eagle River kingdom. Certificates 
of Completion were then handed out to each of the enrol lees, for 
without them Eagle River YCC 1978 would have never taken place. 







Adams, April 
Akaran, Theresa 
Benttinen, Mike 
Bishop, Sam 
Bodfish, Debbie 
Cameron, Torn 
Candage, Doris 
Clark, Scott 
Clayton, Tracy 
Devon, Shannon 
Edwards, Jenny 
Edwards, Sergie 
England, Wayne 
Frederick, Cyndi 
Hardee, John 
Huelle, Cindy 
Jameson, Fred 
Knapp, Denise 
Kusick, Maureen 
Logue, Calvin 
Lord, Steve 
Melovidou, Paul 
Mike, Marie Jean 
Nidever, Randy 
Palmer, Kelly 
Pannone, Mike 
Peters, Nicky 
Rasmusson, Kirk 
Rockney, Darby 
Sakar, Christine 
Samaniego, Ernie 
Disk, Dave 
Smith, Olinga 
Steiner, Lisa 
Steiner, Pat 
Strachan, Liz 
Vahlsing, Don 


Boucher, Faith - California 
Emerson, Justine - Pennsylvania 
Funkhouser, Karla - Virginia 
Hambrook, Patty - New Hampshire 
Kahler, Kelly - Vermont 
Kellam, Marget (Kelly) - Connecticut 
Mason, Lindsey - Alaska 
Perrone, Steve - Montana 
Post, Ken - New Jersey 
Roberts, Sissy - West Virginia 
Smith, Bill - Alaska- 
Stortz, Peter - Wisconsin 
Thrasher, Pat - Alaska 


U.S. Department of Agriculture 
Forest Service, Alaska Region 

Office of Information 
P.O. Box 1628 

Juneau, Alaska 99802 

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