July 14, 1997
The following story was written by Heather Bailey from Burns Lake, British Columbia. Heather likes knitting and working with other people. She is married, with four children and three grandchildren. She is a motel manager, but was a student in the adult education program in Burns Lake when she wrote this story. Her hopes for the future include upgrading her skills in business management.
The air is nippy. The sun shining, and the grass is just turning green., in spots. Birds are singing, "Spring is here." Spring always brings out cabin fever. People just want to get away for awhile after the long cold winter; just go on a holiday together.
But Spring is so peaceful, not having to wear so many clothes, not shoveling snow, and not plugging the vehicles in. The logging truck drivers are on early shift, which they hate. Instead of the morning rush to start the day, they start night shift at 9 or 10 p.m. to get those loads in. The scales are only open from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. because of the roads being closed to heavy vehicles for the rest of the day.
At 7-Eleven the rush starts around 9 p.m. The loggers come in, get thermoses filled, and get snacks, goodies or juices to keep them going. Many of them say, "Make me a lunch, Heather. my wife is too busy and I am too tired. I will be glad when spring break is here". The highway starts humming around 10 p.m. with logging trucks going every which way, at an hour when most people are going to bed.
[This story was taken with permission from "In This Country", Personal Stories About Life in Northern B.C., which is a publication of the Northern Literacy Readers, College of New Caledonia]