Etna Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Etna, CA)

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no Muze sssnt OUT OF THE FOG I am sitting on a rock high on the sunny slope of a mountain. Below me is a sea-not a sea of water-but of fog. As I watch it, the fog billows and swirls around the misty islands which proiect above the protecting blanket. In the solitude I can hear the crow- ing of cocks, the lowing of cows, and the delighted yells of children as they run from the warmth and love of their homes into the biting air outside. All this and more filters through the dense fog: for below it, is a small valley-my valley. This sea of fog which enshrouds it, also covers and protects the lives of the people within. Life, death, work, happiness and sorrow make up the compon- ent parts of this valley, for they are the component parts of life itself. The social standards are at times almost idealistic. Rules that determine right from wrong, and good from bad are instilled into us from birth. True, a few go astray but there are those few everywhere. ' Yet a feeling of bitterness toward this mountainous valley, and all it stands for, has often almost overpowered me. Many times I have felt suffocated by its closeness. How can I, who intend to achieve a supreme goal, ever hope to succeed-living cooped up in this narrow, secluded valley? What can I learn from these people? Still, the few times I have left the valley has made me appreciate the warmth and security of my home and friends. How quickly one realizes the lack of personal interest when one is visiting in un- familiar places! lt's sundown, and I was supposed to have been home an hour ago, but while sitting here, I can't help wondering if the valley is really there, or is it like the little doe in the gulch-there until the fog enveloped her-then gone like a phantom when a slight breeze moved the wisp of fog from where she had stood. Look! The fog is being lifted by the last rays of the sun as it disappears over the hills. Yes, I can see my valley now-and I have finally realized the vast store of wealth it has given me. As the fog is lifted higher and higher my doubts are being lifted from me to vanish with the last golden rays of the sunset. You see, I shall be leaving soon to make my way in a much larger valley-a cold unfriendly valley, at least so I have thought at times. I did not realize that the cold, left-out feeling I have had when I visited other places and my bitterness toward this valley were actually evidences of my own immaturity. Now I can face the future with anticipation instead of fear, for my protected valley has given me a background of which I can be proud and upon which I can rely in times of stress. Others before me have succeeded, just as I shall succeed, and so will those who come after me. Whether we return to the valley to live, or bring our families and friends here for a visit, we can be proud of our valley's hos- pitality and of our heritage. MYRNA L. HOLMES Senior 45 2nd PRIZE ESSAY: HELICOPTER CAPERS There was one day last summer, while I was working for the Forest Service, that I shall never forget. It started off as usual. I got up and rode to Fort Jones with my dad. We arrived at the office at about 7:30 a.m. and went inside where we found the members of the Forest Ranger staff ready for the day's tasks. We talked until the five minutes to eight whistle at the mill blew. Then I was told to feed the birds ltwo hundred and fifty young pheasantsl and then finish painting the picket fence which I had started the day before. If you have ever painted a picket fence, you know what a slow tiresome iob it can be. I had spent one full day on that blasted fence and it looked as though it would take another to finish it. Around 8:30 a.m. I saw the helicopter pilot lwhom I shall refer to as Bobl and his mechanic go out to the copter which had iust arrived the day before. A few minutes later the pilot had the engine running. When the engine was warmed up, the pilot took a few short flights. Every time he took off and landed I would stop painting and watch. The third time he landed, the Fire Control Adviser came over to me and asked if I had ever been up in a helicopter. When I replied that I hadn't, he told me that if I wanted to ride in one I had better get out to the landing area at once. I dropped that old paint brush and ran to the landing field as fast as I could. Bob and the mechanic were making some adiustments on the rotor blades when I arrived. When they had finished, I climbed into the right hand seat and fastened the safety belt. Bob got in the other side, strapped himself in, flipped the master and gen- erator switches on, and stepped on the starter peddle. The two hundred horsepower Franklin coughed, sputtered, and came to life. To my surprise, there wasn't as much noise in the cockpit as there was when I had been watching from the ground. All the time Bob had been watching the instruments. When the engine was ready for full power, Bob unlocked the controls and tested them. With a sudden lump, the copter rose one hundred and fifty feet straight up, the tail rose, and we dipped toward the hay-field to gain speed. Then, with a long climbing turn, 'we flew over the middle of Fort Jones and out by the Star Ranch. By this time we were up to one thousand five hundred feet. We turned toward the highway the started losing altitude. When we crossed the high- wav we were down to four hundred feet and going eighty miles per hour. Bob flew across the field at one hundred feet, frightening a doe and two fawns. He flew up the river for a mile or more, did a quick one hundred and eighty degree turn, dropped down between the river banks, and skimmed the water. I could see suckers lying on the bottom and also a few trout. Ahead of us two hawks rose in fright. One started for some trees, but the other tried to fly straight and high and Bob went after him. As we closed in on him, he did everything he could to get out of the way: he turned, he dived, he climbedp but the 'copter stayed right on his tail. Finally, when it looked as though a rotor blade would hit him, the hawk dived directly underneath us and escaped. Then we went into a steep right turn which left me hanging by the safety belt over the open door. Bob then started a dive, pulling out three feet above the hay field. We flew in this way across the field, iumping fences, and once a fifty foot willow bush. By that time we were over the landing area and Bob set the copter down. As I walked away from the helicopter and back to the picket fence, I had a great feeling inside. The flight had only lasted five minutes, but I shall never forget a second of that ride! TOM SMITH Senior

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