The winter of 77-78 was historic as a series of storms pounded the pacific coast from late December to Febuary. There were drifts 6' deep and our vehicles were snowed in at Luna Vista for three weeks. After the melt, every ravine and wash had flowing water and there was a big waterfall to the left of the goat trail down to the hot springs. I remember the roar of the water flowing. The river was up and submerged the hotsprings. There was no way to cross,
One storm had hurricane force winds that ripped the corrigated metal roof off of my cabin. We made a middle of the night escape into a 1952 Metro step van (war surplus) and the wind was blasting so hard we thought it was going to be blown over.
I have a double scar across my left index finger from that winter when a bow saw skipped across some wet stringy juniper I was cutting for firewood. It reminds me of the advertures of mountain living back in the day.