This office, on the corner, was where we picked up checks, turned in gear, and assembled our stuff for another 10 or so days. I'm not sure what YCC is like today, but we camped out for long weeks in the middle of nowhere. We bathed in lakes and rivers (Skilak Lake is probably the coldest lake to swim in) and often ate over campfires. We had a scare one night on the Russian River, which was actually pretty funny.
One of the boys (we had many more boys than girls in our group) had the last name of Black. We were supposed to be counting fish, easiest job all summer and the tastiest. The Fish and Game guy literally nailed salmon out of the river with a section of studded 2x4 for our dinner. After, we set up our sleeping areas. The girls were crowded into one tent (all 5 of us). I was on the edge and we were told if we needed to get up in the night to watch out for bears. Well, one of the girls wanted to get up. Until she heard what we classified as black bear noises outside. Scared to death, we stayed put til the Fish and Game guy yelled 'Breakfast' the next morning. As we ate, we learned young friend, Mr. Black, was the black bear who was tramping around the tent! We were so mad!
I also learned about litter that summer. This was when I determined my boys would never as much as toss a gum wrapper down without picking it up. I recall finding a bit of chewed gum in the grass last spring. I tore into Bear like a mama moose defending her calf. Bear was resigned and I hope he remembers!
I learned so much about myself and the way people interact with each other. Oddly, we never stayed in contact. But, we also didn't have such things as social media back then. I think Mr. Black set up a FB page for us. I'll have to go back and look again.