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Chairlift Saga -- continued from page What made this chairlift unique was the fact that two of the chairs were single. As a result small children had to ride the chairlift alone in an adultsized seat with a safety bar set at shoulder rather than waist height. I made my first trip up the chairlift at the age of seven. It was both thrilling and terrifying to be on a single chair without a parent close at hand. The ride past each tower was quite bumpy and caused the chair to rock. Fortunately, the ground beneath seemed quite close. By the time I reached Many were day-trippers, coming to enjoy the ski facilities at Hi-View Lodge, Westlake Lodge, and Hollyburn Lodge. Others were cabin owners carrying essential supplies for their weekend retreats, some quiet, some a little more boisterous. It was not uncommon for Hollyburners to begin to consume the most essential of these supplies while on still on the chairlift. A few years ago, Hollyburn Heritage secretary-treasurer lola Knight found a bottle of wine, half full, near one of the old chairlift towers. Although tempted, she decided not to sample this vintage. Perhaps the bottle had been thrown or dropped there by the young man who, smitten by the damsel on the chair ahead of him, had attempted to join her by making a hand-to-hand trip along the cable. Unfortunately for him, the object of his affections went by the next tower before he could reach her, forcing him to drop to the snows below. A number of riders, through no fault of their own, were forced to make similar leaps. Trudy Staley tells how she was forced to make a night time jump because the lift operator at the top station shut down the chairlift before she had reached the bottom. This was not an isolated incident. Another miscalculation by a lift operator almost caused serious injury to one of Alex Swanson's children. David Swanson had broken his leg while skiing at First Lake and needed to be transported by stretcher to the bottom of the mountain. Alex got on the chairlift and a few moments later he I" the beginning the loading plafform at the bottom of the ski cut, I was feeling a little more relaxed and confident. Then came the traverse over deep Marr Creek Canyon. I froze, afraid that the slightest movement on my part might result in a death plunge. (On some later trips, I had to deal with the horror of being over the canyon when the chairlift made an emergency stop.) When I finally reached the top station beside Hi-View Lodge, Oscar Pearson yanked up the safety bar and pulled me off the chair, leaving me both bewildered and relieved. Later, I was able to convince myself that I had passed this characterbuilding test with equanimity. During the fourteen-year lifespan of the Hollyburn Chairlift, thousands of people made the trip up and down the mountain without incident. L --* page 3