The Good Ol' Days - November 2011

By: Angela Hanberg
It doesn't seem that long ago we were piling Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad and three of us kids in the little CJ7 and high-tailing it to Diamond Mountain for the deer hunt. I remember bouncing around, smacking our heads on the top of the jeep as we four-wheeled out over the sage brush to find a convenient place to glass the hillside for a big buck. It only took a couple days and we were hauling home two or three nice boys strapped onto that little jeep in pretty precarious locations. Covered in blood, dirt and sweat we'd make our way home to cut up roasts to fill the freezer. We always knew which one was Grandpa's - he'd shoot 'em in the eye... We'll always remember the memories, but a lot of us may forget what the hunting was like back then. I'm also not sure that my kids will ever experience a hunt like we used to have.
    It wasn't uncommon to pass on good bucks and bulls back then, knowing you'd probably have a chance at a better one. Remembering some of the racks my folks ended up with, I'd gladly give my left big toe for one nowadays. I love this time of year- the family time, the stories, the reminiscing - and thought it would be a great chance to dig into the Basin's history of a few of these Big Boys.


THE YEAR OF THE MONSTERS


Billie (Hodgkinson) White and her monster buck - 1959

    Twenty three year old Billie (Hodgkinson) White didn't quite know what she was in for when her husband, Carl, took her on her 2nd hunting trip in 1959. The proud owner of a brand new .243 she'd never even pulled the trigger on, she hadn't even had time to purchase a scope for her rifle. They ended up on Dyer Ridge in October, it was cold, and Billie admitted to huffing and puffing up the hillside, "Carl said, 'You're gonna scare off all the deer in the country with all your huffing and puffing.' so he found me a nice big rock and it looked down off into a beautiful meadow. It looked just like off a [hunting] show."

    Carl sat her there to watch the clearing down below while he did a "sashay" around the top of the ridge to look things over. While Billie was at her post, shivering from the cold, she looked down to the clearing to see a monster come walking through. Holding her open sites where she assumed she'd hit the front shoulder, she pulled the trigger and down he went - with a broken spine. (Now, I have to interject here, and say that is my particular signature shot. I've taken two deer that way and it's an awful fantastic alternative to gut shot... which I have unfortunately had the displeasure of dealing with also.)
    "I looked down there and thought wow, he's a whopper! And I was just sitting there trying to figure out what to do with him. I knew he couldn't go anywhere, but Carl came back about that time and he thought I'd fallen down and shot myself. He never dreamed I'd see a deer like that. I said 'It's a pretty big one isn't it?' and he said 'BIG?! It's a MONSTER!'" Being the nice companion he was, Carl finished him off so Billie didn't have to. She said she was shaking pretty bad and hiding behind a tree by then anyway. But she DID clean it herself.
    Back then, Bob and Beverly Williams owned a sporting goods store and put together a Big Buck Contest. When they first brought him in, he was ahead for the largest deer, widest spread (at 33 1/2") and the most points. They gave a rifle for the biggest deer, a pistol for the widest spread and new binoculars for the most points. The next day Erland Preece (The administrator of the hospital) who were camped not a mile from where Billie got her giant, came in with an identical twin to her buck. When they brought the buck back on opening morning, he had field dressed at 303 lbs. For non-typical, it just missed Boone and Crockett by a few points, but was scored years later. Boyd Workman ended up winning widest spread, Lou Littleton for heaviest body and Billie won the binoculars with the most (scoreable) points. She says she's always gotten grief for this picture of her in the pretty dress with her dead deer. She was the society editor for the Vernal Express at the time and when she went into work that day, Jack Wallis asked her to bring the deer in for a picture for the paper. Myself, I'd let people just keep on thinking I was classy!
    That same day, 20-year old Boyd Workman had gone up on top of Grizzly Ridge with his friend Johnny Robbins, Johnny's dad, and various friends. The night before, the whole crew except for Boyd and Johnny decided it would be a fantastic idea to stay up all night and get smashed (or insert DRUNK if you'd rather.) Come daylight, Boyd and Johnny were the only ones in any shape to get up and go find a buck. Their soberness paid off and they returned to camp with a big 7x7 Boyd shot. After a bit of discussion as to who's it would be, Johnny admitted to Boyd that he wasn't a great shot and would let him have this one if he'd prefer.
    Boyd brought home the prize from Bob's for widest spread with a whopping 37 1/4" measurement. He also won 7th place at Zenix' competition in Salt Lake for the whole state and didn't realize how big it actually was till then. He says at the time, mounting the horns wasn't really a priority so they just tossed them up on top of his dad's shed. A few years later, Leo Cutshaw ran across them and asked if he could have them. He put them on a plaque and hung them in his radiator shop down town, claiming them as his own and taking credit for years and years. Leo was considered the best fisherman in town so no one probably thought to question his hunting skills. After Leo died, that 7x7 rack disappeared and the current whereabouts is unknown.
    Not every hunter tends to be so lucky though. I had not heard this particular story until I started writing this article and was discussing it with my parents. My dear sweet grandma passed away from this world fourteen years ago. Had I heard about this while she was still with us, I probably would have teased her mercilessly. The story goes: my grandparents, Paul and Barbara Caldwell, were up hunting on Diamond Mountain. Grandpa knew where there was a big buck and took her to the exact place he assumed he would probably maybe come through, then went to do the same type of sweep Carl Hodgkinson had done for Billie. Just like Billie, Grandma also saw a huge buck come walking through the clearing. Apparently Grandpa had seen it too, and when he got back to where she was, Grandma asked "Did you see it Paul?! Wasn't he big?!" Grandpa said yeah he saw it, but why didn't she shoot it? She said "I did! I emptied my gun." Well, sure enough, she'd emptied her gun alright, but never did pull the trigger. She was so excited she kept pumping full shells through that old 30-30 and they were all laying in a neat little pile beside her as proof.


TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY

Karl Karren and his nontypical monster - 1968

    Morgan Caldwell (yep, my dad) told me this one about Karl Karren and I couldn't help to go see the man himself and get a look at this buck with my own eyes. Back in the mid-70's, my dad and grandpa had went to Karl's place to bale hay. In the course of conversation, Karl asked if they had ever seen his big buck he'd got a few years before, back in 1968 or 1969. This monster 6x7, after the junk, measured out at just a hair over 44" wide. He's just a bit shorter than the full length of the rifle that killed him.

    Karl said he was up on the back side of Warren Draw when he saw this buck coming up the ridge. He hit him, but had to hike down and find the blood trail. After following him a ways, the found him and his son helped finish him off. Karl says it doesn't matter who kills him, the guy with the first hit gets to claim him, so he did. When Dad heard the story and saw the buck, he put two and two (in this case, six and seven) together and thought back to his side of the story: While on the backside of Jackson Draw, that same day years ago, he'd seen this once-in-a-lifetime buck and threw a couple shots at him himself. Certain he'd hit him, he searched and searched for a blood trail and never could find one. Apparently he'd never touched a hair. He lost sight of the buck and hadn't seen him again till he was hanging on Karl Karren's wall. They figured after Dad shot, the buck gave him the slip and came up on the other side of the draw where Karl got that chance at him. I can just imagine that sick feeling of missing one like that, but the memory of even seeing him has got to ease that a bit. What a coincidence to compare the two sides of that situation so many years after the fact! This is certainly not a buck anyone would ever forget (or confuse with another one.)

Karl Karren and his nontypical monster - Current Day

    Be happy with your trophies, but more importantly, be happy the stories and memories you've made and share them. You never when someone will want to hear them, even if it's 50 years or so down the road.



 

Why We Are Thankful - November 2011

“Family Traditions”

Basin Traditions”

Photo Courtesy of Alycia Bromar

“First Signs of Winter”

- Photo Courtesy of Chanel Wall

“Fall in the Canyon” -

 Photo Courtesy of Sherry Kellogg

“Fall Cemetary Fun”

Photo Courtesy of Jessica Blunt

Schedule of Events - October 2011

Every Monday

Bingo!! Come join our seniors every Monday right after lunch until about 3:00 PM. for some fun games of Bingo, at the Crossroads Senior and Community Center in Roosevelt, UT

Every Tuesday

Vernal Chamber of Commerce Meeting held at Golden Corral in Vernal at 12:00 PM.

Every Wednesday

Spanish & English Story Time for kids at the Uintah County Library at 2:00 PM. For more info call 789-0091.

Every Friday

Golden Age Center Dance open to the public. Dances held at the Golden Age Center beginning at 3:00 PM.
 

It is time to start do your part!  The Duchesne County Chamber of Commerce and the AmeriCorps Vista Volunteers will be thanking volunteers and randomly recognizing organizations and groups who make our communities a better place to live.  Be on the look-out and contact us if you know of a group of volunteers who deserve a surprise visit and Special Recognition. Call Jackie or Darlene at 435-722-4598.

 

General Season Rifle Elk Hunt Opens

Oct. 8, This Saturday is the opener weekend for the general season rifle elk hunt.  Please make sure you check your tags closely and be aware of your regions hunting boundaries.

API Meeting

Oct. 12, Frontier Grill @ 6:30 pm. For more information please Contact Bob Ballou @ 724-2500 or rballou@ubtanet.com

Social Security

October  20th, 9:30-1:00 at the Crossroads Senior Center  50 E. 200 S. Roosevelt. Please bring all of your information. For more information call Duchesne County Chamber of Commerce at 722-4598/722-4597.

Legal Service

October  12^th 3:00-5:00pm at the Crossroads Senior and Community Center.
 

Witches Night Out

October 12^th & 13^th  at U.B.M.C.  this event is brought to you by the Volunteer staff at the hospital, come out to see all of the wonderful crafts and exciting booths. Booth space is still available. For more information contact Polly Karren 435-722-4691.
 

DDI Vantage Parenting Classes

October 18^th 11:00 a.m.- 12:00 p.m.
187 W. Lagoon St., Roosevelt
This is a cooking with kids class. Learning Link patenting classes are free of charge and open to the public.
For more information call 435-722-3008 or go to www.ddivantage.org

Bluebell Corn Maze

Experience fun, excitement and enjoy getting lost in one of Utah’s largest Corn Maze attractions.
Tuesday & Wednesday: By advanced reservation only-please call in advance to make reservations for groups of 20 or more.
Thursday & Friday: 5-9 pm
Saturday: 11 am – 10 pm (please note new opening time – one hour earlier)
Sunday & Monday: Closed
Prices: Adult 11 and over $7.00 Children 5-10 $5.00 $2.00 per person more during the haunt
Children 4 and under Free with accompanying adult
Courtyard Fee: $3.00 per person if not participating in the maze
Fieldtrip Information: Field trips begin September 22 and will continue through October 31. Fieldtrips will be hosted Tuesday-Friday or each week. Contact Kim Layton at 454-3369 to schedule a day and time
Directions: ¾ mile north of the Bluebell Store Watch for signs in Roosevelt
Special Events: October 1-2 UEA holiday open at 11 am
Beginning October 15 during normal hours or operation at dark- Family Friendly Haunting (Thursdays,  Fridays & Saturdays): Tickets are $2.00 per person more for the haunt- No group reservations during the haunt.    Contact 454-3732

Senior Annual Holiday Boutique
October 21^st & 22^nd @ Mickelson Building in Duchesne Brought to you by Gateway Senior center Friday 10:00 - 7:00, Saturday 10:00 – 5:00
Booth Space Available – For more information, call Becki Bond @ 738-1170 or Sue Wilde @ 454-3352.

General Season Rifle Deer Hunt Opens

Oct. 22, This Saturday is the opener weekend for the general season rifle deer hunt.  Please make sure you check your tags closely and be aware of your regions hunting boundaries.

Halloween Parade Downtown Roosevelt.

October 31rst This annual event has become a main attraction before the main trick or treating events for the kids and their parents. We walk along a downtown route where local businesses generously share safe candy and prizes. Much thanks to our wonderful local merchants that participate each year.

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Braggin' Rights - October 2011

“Playing for Sgt. Gurr” - Photo Courtesy of Danny Thompson

“Mariel’s Elk” -  Photo Courtesy of Mariel Hansen



Its Archery Time” - Photo Courtesy of Mark S.

“My Dream Mule Deer” - Photo Courtesy of John Jaquez

Law Enforcement Officers - The Basin's Dirtiest Jobs - October 2011

By: Angela Hanberg

                 I personally feel that our public safety workers are not praised enough for all they do here in the Uintah Basin.  They deal with so much and rarely get the recognition they deserve.  This is the second of a four-part series acknowledging those men and women.

                 "Goin' down the highway, doin' ninety-four..."  Actually no, it was only 44, in a 45 mph zone so why did I panic when I looked in the rearview and saw the blue and reds?  I don't know why, exactly, but every time I have a cop driving in my vicinity, I automatically turn into the World's Most Defensive Driver.  First thing I do is yell at the kids to "Sit down and hush up!  There's a cop!"  Like somehow their talking and giggling is going to be grounds for a ticket.  At the same time my hands go back to that 10 and 2 position on the wheel and I slow down to a crawl hoping they'll go around me.  For some (NEVER me) they probably hurry and get off the phone with whomever they've been gabbing with for the last six blocks.  I haven't had a ticket in years, but automatically feel like I'm doing something wrong when I see those law enforcement vehicles.  I guess it has something to do with a guilty conscience.  I always breathe a sigh of relief when I pull over to stop and they don't, but then it's full blown ambulance-chaser mode and I wonder what they're up to.

Although it doesn't happen as often as in the movies, it does happen: the irate race car driver who gets a citation and turns into a sailor, the intoxicated driver who gets his head held out the window of the patrol car on the way to the station to avoid a very unpleasant mess later, or the parolee trying to run from officers on a drug bust with gun in hand.  Local law enforcement officers risk their lives, and sanity, every day on the job.  Some days may be easier and more entertaining than others, but on those bad days, they are dealing with some very atrocious situations.  It doesn't hurt to remember those men we've lost in the line of duty and remind ourselves what they're here to do.

Roosevelt Police Chief Cecil Gurr was shot and killed while responding to a domestic disturbance call on July 6, 2001.

Bureau of Indian Affairs Officer Joshua Yazzie died on June 8, 2010 when his patrol vehicle rolled 200 feet down an embankment on the side of Bottle Hollow Dam.

Uintah County Sheriff's detective Kevin Orr was killed in the line of duty when a helicopter crashed during a search and rescue operation Nov. 22, 2006.

Duchesne County Sheriff's Department Lieutenant Gerry Lane Ivie was accidentally shot and killed on July 2, 1987 by a fellow officer at a roadblock which had been set up to catch a suspect.

Ute Tribal Police Officer Adolph F. Bush was shot to death on September 19, 1967 while investigating a report of domestic violence at a residence in Randlett.

Celebrating two years of life after a near miss is Vernal Police officer Dustin Gray.  Halloween night of 2009 he found himself under fire while following up on a report of a prowler.  Taking one bullet in the thigh and grazed by another, he came very close to joining the every-growing list of fallen officers in Utah.  We are thankful for Officer Gray along with all the other men and women of our law enforcement entities here in the basin.

Police, deputies, detectives, sheriffs, fuzz, po-po, bacon...  These men and women in uniform are not our enemy but our advocates.  They are available to serve and protect us from the evil, the corrupt and the criminal wrongdoings that occur daily

Haunting Revelations - October 2011

Thank– you to our readers for submitting these great ghost stories to us through FaceBook. If you are not a fan yet, then search for The Edge Magazine on FaceBook and see what all of our fun contests are about! Each of these submissions won a FREE year subscription to the magazine.

 A Special Visitor - Submitted By: Chanel Wall
One night my sister and I and some of our friends were playing with a Ouija Board (Not Recommended); I swear it was moving on its own. We asked it who we were talking too and it said it was our grandpa who died years before. Freaky I tell ya, the chill's and goose bumps ran up my arms. It is funny how your mind works and thinks. Anyway my parents walked in so we hurried and hid it, We made it our selves on the back of one of my posters on my wall. Well that night we were in bed sleeping and my older sister sat up and started talking to someone I asked her who she was talking to and she pointed to a chair in our room and said my DR. I said where is your DR, and she pointed at the chair (I'm pretty sure the chair was rocking )*LOL* I was gone in like 1.2 seconds and screaming. It scared the BaGeeBee's out of me. The next day the board was gone. We could not find it. And we never played with a Ouija board again. And my parents were not to happy waking up to a screaming child I'm sure that scared them. I don't even watch scary movies anymore. Not to mention I live right by a cemetery now.




Unwanted Guest - Submitted By: Steph Huber
    I got hired to work on a ranch in the hills and the rancher must not have read my name just that I had worked with animals and when I showed up, a girl, they thought they could run me off by putting me in a cabin thought by all to be haunted. I ended up sleeping in my truck that first night cause the cabin was shaking and made so many sounds. I just knew it was the other ranch hands. So I hid in the trees the next night to catch them but no one showed up. When I went in everything was in a pile in the center of the room. That night I sat in the middle of the floor with a flash light knowing I was going to get them red handed! I fell asleep for I don't know how long but when I woke up everything from the cabin was stacked around me and the cabin was again shaking. after that I knew I was not alone BUT wanting to prove to them I could stand strong I dealt with not sleeping well. One night about 2 months after I had been in that cabin I fixed a meal for the other hands. It was a cold night and I had all the doors and windows open. After about an hour one of the guys said how crazy I was for having everything open. And I knew this would happen cause I had been trying things with what ever I was sharing the cabin with. I said well I want them open. Everything closed all at once and I said well now its too hot in here and the fire started. Needless to say I lost a few guests right then but a few stayed and started trying to get things to happen. Well I think that made my "roommate or mates" mad cause everything started flying through the air. About the time the cans started flying from the cupboards we knew it was time for us all to leave. I never did get the chance to get my stuff out we could never get the door open again.


The Little Girl - Submitted By: Anonymous
    When my oldest son was about 5, I would hear him talking to someone! My girl 2, would talk n play dolls with someone! One day I asked who are you talking to and he replied, " it's the little girl ghost mom." This went on for a long period of time. My makeup would always come up missing. One day I could not find my makeup bag, nowhere to be found!! I said out loud" listen I am in a hurry I need my makeup bag." I looked on the couch 100 times, but it was there this time! My husband was sitting on couch he saw a little girl pop her head up in window right behind him, playing peek a boo. Then he heard something on porch, he jumped up ran out the door, but no one was there!! Many other situations have happened. I heard her playing with toys in the middle of the day! My husband keys have come up missing and never mind the fact, she didn't start teasing him until he believed in her!
    There was even one time I saw her riding in my car!! Not joking! We all finally knew it was her, she wanted all of too know about her!! Late one night I saw her standing in my door way. I couldn't believe my eyes! I told her it was time to go home, follow the light, her mom was waiting for her! I had a really special feeling come over me, very relaxed, very peaceful! My son told me about 2 years ago "mom I think that little girl is in heaven now, she told me you looked like her mom, that's why she liked us."

A "Spook"tacular Good Time - October 2011

By: Angela Hanberg
Bluebell Corn Maze    

    Hot chocolate, pumpkins and corn. These are just a few of the items on the menu for the annual Bluebell Corn Maze. Mark and Lori Monson of the Monson Farm in Bluebell jumped on the corn maze wagon in 2000 and locals have been addicted ever since.
    Founder of "The Maize," BYU Agriculture graduate Brett Hurbst of Salmon, ID was influenced by a similar venture he had read about in a farming magazine. Brett's original labyrinth in American Fork, Utah was the largest corn maze created in the western United States. The Bluebell Corn Maze is independently owned, but the Monson family uses The Maize organization for support. It is a large group of people with the same purpose who meet for conferences and connect through the website to help and support each other in their a-MAIZE-ing yearly undertakings.
    It was also because inquiring minds wanted to know, (ok mostly me) I asked Mark about the actual design and completion of the maze. This is something that has had me stumped for 11 years now, since my first trip through the maze. Where some are using GPS technology integrated into their machinery during planting and cutting, the Monson's do it old school: During planting, the corn goes in east and west, then north and south. This assures that there is a grid to work with when it starts to grow. Once a pattern or theme is agreed on, they work with a designer who draws up the final plans and puts it on graph paper. While the stalks are still small, they do a walk-through and mark the layout of the maze, then clear out the plants needed to make a walkway. It's a lot like the art projects they used to make us do in school - a combination of connect-the-dots and copy-one-part-of-a-picture-into-the-little-boxes-on-your-paper-and-hope-it-turns-out-to-look-remotely-close-to-a-picture game. Not nearly as intense as the picture I had of someone driving a swather through an 8 ft. high corn field trying to follow a map, but still quite a feat.
    Just some of the designs we have seen over the years is an oil field roughneck, a milk cow, the Statue of Liberty and American flag, bluebells for Bluebell, American gothic, a donkey and an elephant for the 2008 election, and the Duchesne and Uintah county seals. This year it includes a pumpkin patch and the Mountain American Credit Union insignia.
    Attendance has grown every year, booming three years ago along with the oil field growth. They are open to the public every Thursday through Friday from September 24 to October 29th. Reservations for youth groups, field trips, church groups and others can be made for Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
    "We are really proud of our field trips." Mark says, "We try to educate the kids about farming in the basin. We've covered dairy cows, beef cows, the farming process and even worms. This year we are teaching the kids about the water cycle."
    The maze being the main attraction, there is still plenty of other activities to enjoy as well. This year is the maiden voyage of their Big Bertha the Pumpkin Canon. Anyone familiar with Pumpkin Chunkin won't want to miss this!
    Another first for this year is a 5k benefit run around the Monson Farm. Lose Yourself will be held on October 8th and the proceeds will go to the Josh and Kristen Baumgarten family.


Haunted Woods
    Certain types of fear are not for the feint of heart. Certain individuals are not equipped to handle that type of fear - I admit I am one of those people. However, I am positively in the minority on that subject. I'm the one who has nightmares for a month if I accidentally see a few minutes of [insert low-budget horror film here.] For those who like, desire, or even THRIVE on such things, I give you the Haunted Woods.
    Open for the first time in 1998, the Haunted Woods has been terrifying young and old for 13 years. It all started when Dave Davis, owner and operator of the woods, acquired twelve acres of ground from his mom and turned it into an annual fright-mare. The actual woods takes up about five acres and around 35 minutes to get through it. I have to assume this is an average - taking into account the ones who fly through it at a dead run and others who may take their time huddled on the ground in the fetal position until they can catch their breath and continue.
    Dave and a few friends constitutes the full time crew that works on buildings and sets. They usually start building the middle of August so they're ready to open the end of September. This year, the full-time LDS missionaries have come on board twice a week to help out as well. Although the buildings are supplied, each group of "scarers" still comes up with their own theme, costumes and props to complete each scene and compete in the scare competition. Each visitor to the woods receives a ticket and votes for their favorite at the end of the trail. A few of the gory sites include: Palace of Pain, where everyone is being tortured; Psycho, Squish-O-Matic Illusion, Monster Morph Illusion and the Gothic Chamber.
    There's something slightly disturbing about a man who talks about this creepy business and can't stop laughing. I asked Dave if maybe he'd been dropped as a small child, he said he couldn't be sure, but he remembers being terrified of such things when he was younger. His inspiration came from visiting a large haunted house in Salt Lake where he actually had fun and was inspired to create something of his own. "It's fun to scare people," he says. "Sometimes we even videotape different parts of the trail and then get together later to watch it and laugh."
    I admitted I thought I could probably handle a walk in the woods as long as I knew I had my bubble and no one would invade my personal space (and if it was the middle of the day, and if I had my bodyguard husband along, and...) I am honestly afraid I would start throwing punches if I attempted this. Dave tells his scarers if they're not getting hit, kicked, punched or kneed in unmentionable places at least 20 times a night, they're not doing their jobs. "One year, a friend of mine from Salt Lake came and helped me. He'd always have an ugly awful mask. He would find a couple then sneak along behind them for awhile. While the woman was distracted, he would trade places with her man and walk along for a ways before saying something to her like 'hey baby'. One time this gal kneed him in the groin then punched him and knocked him out."
    It's not only the fairer sex who can't handle their panic mode. Take for instance the big burly football player-type who was so hell bent on getting out of the woods, he dragged his girlfriend almost back to the gate and didn't realize she was even there. The couple was rewarded with an escort to help them get to the end of the trail.
    I asked him what he felt the scariest part of it was. Dave admits that it's going up there alone, even during the day. He remembers taking a girl up there on a date years ago with the intention of scaring her. Instead, he freaked himself out and was more than accommodating when she said she'd like to leave now.
    If you feel you're up to the challenge, the Haunted Woods (5000 W. 12000 North; Roosevelt, UT)will open September 30 and run through October 29. Open Fridays and Saturdays only from dark to 11pm. Admission is $10 for adults and $5 for kids. 5-yr olds and under get in free. Nightmare Before Christmas runs November 4, 5, 11 and 12.
    Oh, and for those who think 'not my kid' rest assured some of them will handle it better than you. Dave got a chuckle over a tiny one who's mom was busy selling tickets. No more than three and she spent the night wandering down the trail alone, not phased in the least.