Chester!
Family friends owned a bar on the main drag (the only drag?) there in the late '60s. They also had access to a cabin nearby on a Feather River tributary in the tiny hamlet of Seneca. All phones there were big wooden crank types and the directory with ring codes was on a single mimeographed sheet of paper. Maybe a dozen subscribers in all.
Back around 1980 I had a friend and co-worker who was a licensed pilot and four of us flew up to Chester for a couple of days. We slept in the woods by the airstrip and the mosquitoes sounded like giant dive-bombers. I had a scar for years from scratching one particular bite that would not stop itching.
I can't imagine getting into a single engine plane again, let alone sleeping in the woods without so much as a tent.
Family friends owned a bar on the main drag (the only drag?) there in the late '60s. They also had access to a cabin nearby on a Feather River tributary in the tiny hamlet of Seneca. All phones there were big wooden crank types and the directory with ring codes was on a single mimeographed sheet of paper. Maybe a dozen subscribers in all.
Back around 1980 I had a friend and co-worker who was a licensed pilot and four of us flew up to Chester for a couple of days. We slept in the woods by the airstrip and the mosquitoes sounded like giant dive-bombers. I had a scar for years from scratching one particular bite that would not stop itching.
I can't imagine getting into a single engine plane again, let alone sleeping in the woods without so much as a tent.