Sunday, September 30, 1979—got the Cat track on and went down the river. Saw a caribou hanging on a meat pole where some hunters had their camp during caribou season. We stopped there and Tim goes over and sniffs the meat and sure enough, it has spoiled. There was a sign posted there saying to take the meat if you want it, but of course, no one would want to eat that.
We went on down the river, and just around the bend, near an old cabin, I had to clean the carburetor on the Cat pony motor before it would start.
At lunch, where Old Man Creek comes into the Little Nelchina River, we stopped near a campground at the highway that goes to Nelchina Lodge. Henry and Ken get there a few minutes later. Henry’s been working up on a gold claim in the Yukon and he’s brought home mastodon tusks and bones from the Yukon.
When we got to the highway, Ken loaded the Cat on the trailer and Tim drove the swamp buggy. We got the Cat up on the trailer and we were going down the highway when a state trooper pulled us over. He looked the whole outfit over and turned to us and asked whose outfit this was. I told him it was mine and he said, “I could fill out several tickets with everything I see that is wrong here.” We asked him what we should be doing differently and he said, “Mud flaps on the trailer—you don’t have mud flaps and the floor of that trailer is not in very good shape.” I told him the Cat had busted the planks in the trailer and we’re just coming out from the back country and I hadn’t had a chance to replace the mud flaps that had gotten torn off traveling. He kind of accepted that, and this conversation went on over different things for a while and finally he told us, “Well, you can go on now.”
We got to Nelchina—glad this trip was over.