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Originally Posted by davischevy
When my parents got married, after WWII, they lived in the Rockies a couple of years.
They told a story about a female log truck driver. When climbing hills, on hot summer days, in her Chevrolet log truck, she would put it in low gear, pull the throttle, and climb out on the running board, with a pack of Pall Mall's rolled up in the sleeve.
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She probably could have sat down on a rock for a smoke, and then casually walked over and caught up with the truck
Was
almost that bad when I hauled logs over Cottonwood Pass (before the pavement, obviously) in my 65 GMC. But the road was really crooked so I had to stay inside and steer. Something like 30 miles in 2nd gear up and down. About the same returning empty because it was so rough. It was 6-8 hours round trip counting unloading, getting paid, and getting gas. When I got back to camp I would have "lunch" and then go out in the woods until dark getting the truck loaded again for the next day.