I spent a LOT of time in the woods with my father when he was Superintendent at Vail from '68 to '72. One of my favorite pastimes when he had a meeting was to hang around with his Fire Warden, Ken Jones. I thought the world of Mr. Jones, as did my father. To this day, Dad still speaks highly of him. One of our pastimes when I rode with Mr. Jones was to go from setting to setting, and crank the fire trucks to keep the cobwebs out.
I'll never forget his instructions the first time I cranked one of those old beasts. I can still recall those words almost verbatim:
"Alllllllllright... I'll give 'er a shot o' ether while you climb on up in the cab there. It's OK, go ahead..... now, take one o' them sticks outta gear, it don't matter which one... that's right.... now turn that switch on right there.... push that button........ FIRE THE b*****d UP!"
That Pete at the top was typical of the fire truck fleet at Vail back then, only with the KW nameplate.
Great photos. Thanks.
My dad told me more than once since then that one of the things he admired about Ken Jones was that when he came to work, you were GONNA get an honest day's work from him, and then some, and you didn't need to ride herd over him. That's a quality that I have carried with me down through the years, in memory of a first class gentleman.