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To: KLP who wrote (5261)	3/5/2006 11:07:59 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71588

I forgot. (It was 1962, ya know!) 10-33 is emergency, and 10-36 was correct time. I did use 10-33 once the following summer. My buddy was still on Hidden Peak, and I was a station guard at Elk Summit. A party came into the guard station with a severely injured man who had been thrown off his horse. He was a big man in poor condition. I called my buddy with 10-33 because I couldn't reach the ranger station but I could reach him on my radio. He relayed the emergency to the Ranger Station, and somebody came in their personal car to take the man to hospital, there being no ambulances that far back in the woods. I read a lot of books, learned to play a guitar, and chopped firewood. That was hardest because Diablo was just on the edge of timberline and dead trees were hard to come by. I cooked on a little wood stove with a tiny oven. For light, I used a Coleman lantern and flashlights. I heated water for laundry on the wood stove and used a washtub to wash the clothes, the same washtub that I used to take a bath in once a week. It took so much hot water for a bath, which I had to melt from snow or carry a mile on my back, that I didn't take a bath any more often than I had to. Fortunately, there was nobody up there but me to offend, so it worked out OK. It was a four mile hike from Elk Summit to Diablo, so it took about two or three hours to walk, gaining several thousand feet in elevation. Bears were common lower down, but I never saw any at the lookout. I did, however, see a mountain goat. I had a hoary marmot scare hell out of me one night when he knocked over a waterbuck outside. I used a cookbook specially designed for fire lookouts and I still have it somewhere. It was called, strangely enough, the Lookout Cookbook. The ingredients called for were simplified and available in cans. I made a peach pie for my folks when they hiked up to visit me, but when I pulled it out of the little oven, I put it on the floor behind me and when I stood up I stepped right in the middle of it. No pie for supper that day. If you look at the picture, which was taken from about where my little log outhouse without a door was firelookout.com you can see the shutters sticking out from under the eaves. The first thing I had to do when I arrived at the lookout was to put all those shutters up and repair them, because they were battered by wind all winter. On the side of the lookout opposite where the helicopter is shown, there is a cliff that drops straight down for hundreds of feet. I was a little nervous fixing the shutter hinges on that side of the lookout.