It is so strange for me to be back in familiar territory. Memories are coming back to me that I have put away for nearly forty years. The highway from Prince George east to Terrace may have changed in forty years but there are still memories.
When we were children, my parents always stopped the car so we could watch the Indians spear fish here at Moricetown Falls. The Indians have no limits to the fish they can take from the rivers. Doesn't seem fair.