I guess that this chapter will have to be titled "Hippies and Empire" or "The Pits For Sure".
Soon after we arrived at Empire we realized that we weren't actually at the end of the road as there was a hippie who had a cabin 5 miles further on. The cabin was located along Lone Cabin Creek which was very apporpriate. There was no road to this cabin, only a narrow trail that passed the cabin , crossed the creek, and went on south along the river. The hippie that lived there was named "Ron the Hip" Cable.
He told me that one time when he was staying there in the winter one of those silver thaws came in and everything was so covered with ice that he had to crawl nearly four miles to get near the basket that would take him across the river so he could go to town and get beat up again.
That trail was along a very steep hillside and dropped straight off for several hundred feet into Lone Cabin. In the early days it had been used as the main transportation link between Vancouver and the gold mines in the upper interior. In the winter the pack strings would stop and winter their horses on a flat topped mountain near the house at Empire. That mountain rarely had snow deep enough that a horse could not paw through it. The only time was in a silver thaw( wintertime rain on snow and then a hard following freeze that caused crusting) came on top of a foot or more of snow and the snow would crust so that the horses couldn't dig anymore. Then the horses would have to be brought in and fed hay or moved to pastures where the sun had melted the ice crust. When we had to ride up there and gather the horses we had to put leggings on our horses' front legs. For this we could cut an inner tube to the proper length and then slip it up over the horses leg. We would attach a piece of twine over the horses' shoulder to hold the inner tubs up and run another down and through the shoes to hold it down. This arrangement worked very well. When we were at Empire of course the pack trains were long gone but we wintered pack strings for several of the guides that hunted on Empire range. These guides were some of the finest men we worked with in BC. After wintering these horses for years we got the feel of what had gone on so long ago. One of the historical experiences we missed was when some packer got the bright idea of using camels instead of horses. Needless to say that when a camel came upon a horse pack string all hell would break loose.
Most winters Ron the Hip would winter out and work for a local ranch. Usually he stayed down at the Gang pasture along the river. One night at about 2 in the morning a car raced through our yard at Empire and headed out along the road to Rons' cabin. I usually didn't allow anybody in there so I was a bit surprised at their brazenness. I was far too sleepy to give chase so I decided to wait until daylight before investigating. In a couple hours the car came back out and went on through and out the main road. I remember it being an older Volvo but I didn't recognize the car. The next day Ron came in to the headquarters, looking rather badly, and wanted for us to take him to town to see a doctor. He said that what had happened was that he was over at his girl friends' house at Big Bar and after they had gotten high on happy weed they got into a fight and he broke up all of their musical instruments. For this they beat him up and decided to throw him into the trunk and take him down to the suspension bridge, throw him off and drown him. When they got in the middle of this project they were out on the middle of the bridge and ready to throw him over the rail, some indians came along so they had to put him back in the trunk and take him home through our yard. After they got him over near enough to his house so that he walk the rest of the way, they beat him up again, hit his head against the side of the car until one of his ear drums was broken, removed his pants, and left him lying at the end of the road. They also removed all his guns except a .22.
Another time we heard on the radio about a murder the night before in Clinton, Ron was out there so we suspected if there was any strange things happening he would be involved. The next day he hurriedly rode through the yard and stopped long enough to tell us that there had been a fight the night before that he had been involved in. The outcome was that one of the participants had become angry at his own wife and when she was out in the outhouse he shot through it and killed her. Ron was not directly in anything but the fight.
Another time as I was working in the field below the house a man came walking in from the direction of Rons' cabin. It was hot and he was holding a light jacket up against his throat. He walked on up to the house and summoned my wife. He had a bad cut across his throat and you could see all the veins and trachea. The hole was about 1 inch wide and 3 inches long. He wanted her to sew it up for him. Connie did not want to tackle that job so close to his vital veins. So they summoned me to come to see wether I would attempt to repair the wound since I had had a lot of experience sewing up cows from cesearian etc. I declined and suggested they head in to town for a doctor to do the job. He refused but didn't give any reason. He went down to the bunkhouse after we had disinfected the wound and waited for Ron to come in from work. Ron came up to the house later and said that the reason the other man did not want to go to town was that he had jumped bail and was being sought by the RCMP. Later that night they decided to take the chance and head into town but they needed to borrow a pickup to get them there. I let them use a small Scout pickup and they headed out at about 9 at night. The next day I got a call that the pickup had been stolen in town but that it had been found but with the motor not working. Later that day gbrumbelow hauled the two out to Dog Creek to meet me to take them back to Empire. I remember that their necks and back of their heads were absolutely covered with dust from the dirt roads and the leaking rear window of the car. I think gbrumbelow has a different car now. I had to take a truck into town and haul the Scout back to Empire. Crazy Ron, the other man, said that the truck engine thing was his fault and that he wanted to stay around long enough to repair it. He pulled the engine out and I took it back into town to be rebuilt. While that was happening a range specialist from the forestry department came to visit for a weekend. He heard the story and thought he should report Crazy Rons' whereabouts to the RCMP so he did. Crazy Ron found out about it and ran away into the mountains to hide. He said that every little plane that went over was surely looking for him and it bothered him so much he came back to the headquarters to give himself up. Next, before he turn himself in the RCMP called me and asked that since they now knew where he was would we mind keeping him until his trial date. They said that he had been so obnoxious while they were holding him that they just wanted rid of him. I finally agreed and he stayed around and worked for us. Later I found out that the charges against him were for attempted murder. He had forced two Korean men out of their blazer and then drove it over a cliff and forced them to walk back to town about 30 miles in their street clothes. The problem was it was 30 degrees below zero and they nearly died from exposure and had a huge amount of frost bite.
Another time Ron the Hip stopped in our yard with a billy goat in the back of his truck with no racks. That bille stunk so bad that our yard reeked for several hours after they had left. Man did it ever stink. The next day I was out in the area above his cabin where he parked his truck and I found the goat dead beside his truck. Maybe the goat smelled of death as well as essence of billy goat.
Ron the Hips' wife was a very attractive French speaking girl that liked to ride around the place with only chaps and boots on. She was quite an attraction for the cowboys and farm workers alike. She would come over to our house to buy milk as Connie and our foremans wife, Nancy Oswald, milked a cow. After she purchased the milk she would put it in a jar, tye it behind her saddle and then head home the 5 miles. The action of the horse would churn the cream and by the time she got home she had butter. They also ate a lot of nettle. Connie really felt that she should come to our house with more clothes on as so little work would get done while she was there. Yeah, right! They ended up with six or seven kids all raised in that cabin. Ron had actually built a rather nice log home at about that time on Lone Cabin.
He had a system hooked up that included a 2 inch black plastic pipe running along a south facing hillside that gathered heat from the sun and then down into a shower for summer use. I guess in the winter they just went without. Which was fairly typical of the hippies.