influenced my decision to become a forester. I 

 always relished excursions up the Arroya Seco, then 

 Pasadena s only source of water. Once a friend and 

 I packed blankets and food on our backs and camped 

 overnight at the head of the Arroya 3eco. We thought 

 the streamside sand would be a soft place for a 

 bed, but found the bumps all in the wrong place! 

 The next morning we were climbing the back trail 

 to Mt. Wilson, when we were overtaken by the forest 

 ranger and his big collie. I recall being impressed 

 by the ranger s fine appearance and the speed of 

 his climb up the steep trail. I m sure that contact 

 generated interest in getting into the Forest 

 Service. 



Another thing that interested me was the 

 forest service nursery at Henniger Flats, about half 

 way up the front trail to Mt. Wilson. It was 

 operated by George Peavy, who many years later was 

 head of the School of Forestry at Oregon State 

 University. During one of my summer vacations from 

 college I asked Peavy for a summer job at the nursery, 

 but he didn t have room for me. Years later, when 



