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Beachcombing: A 1970’s flashback<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cYour standard Beachcomber look\u201d<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The boat: 13 Feet with 110 HP Volvo Sterndrive<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The day’s work started a couple of hours before dawn with making coffee and starting the \u201cchase boat\u201d. It was tied next to the sailboat I was building and living on. Drank the coffee running slowly up the middle arm of the Fraser River past marinas and industries. At the junction with the north arm log salvage became legal from an hour before dawn till an hour after dark. The next 2-3 hrs were spent at full speed (50 km) going down the river, searchlight blazing, looking for sawlogs that had escaped the booms tied up at the river’s edge. Those you caught were \u201cdogged up\u201d and secured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Once a week they were gathered and towed to market. Next was breakfast at the nearby 24 hr reserved \u201cbeachcombers\u201d table at a local Hotel. The day was done by noon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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