I moved to Canyon in the Summer of 1959 and soon began working for Pete Cowart, the Palo Duro Park Superintendent and Consessionaire, as there had been a flood and a lot of clean-up of the Canyon was required. Following that effort, he hired me to work at the Coronado Lodge on the Rim of the Canyon, which was a gift shop and cafe at that time. The worse part of the job, when I was running the operation alone, was when a bus would arrive and order 30+ burgers. I couldn't watch the store while I was cooking, but generally didn't loose many things due to the Teachers who were with the Buses.
Pete later moved me to Engineer of the Sad Monkey Railroad, and he, Rosa, his wife and I re-wrote the spiel which was given for years on the SMRR. Several guys my age ran the Snack Bar at the RR which sold frozen custard. That is where Bill the Deer lived, and mooched food and cigarettes from the Tourists.
When my children's class was riding the RR in later years, and the train threw a chain, possibly stranding all of us far from the station, I was able to show the young Engineer how to put the chain back on, as it had been doing that for years. My kids thought I was cool that one day!
Pete hired some help and I moved to the sky ride. Pete had just constructed the ride and we were working on bolting the chairs to the main cable. When that was completed, we began service in late Fall, 1959. I later bought half interest in the ride on a handshake with Pete, and moved to the Canyon to live, the next Summer, so I could run the ride every light hour (and some dark ones) of the day. I lived in a tool shed at the ride base located above the first crossing on the west side of the highway. A windmill, which was my only source of water was due South of where I stayed. This was my High School Junior/Senior Summer, when I really decided to go to Law School, after having read some books given to me by my Aunt Evelyn Hood, the long time Librarian at Horace Mann Jr. Hi in Amarillo. She also brought screen doors down to the Tool Shed, to keep the skunks and other wildlife out of the shed at night. Bill the Deer would frequently come by and stay a while in the evenings.
I paid off my half investment to Pete in 51 days, and he agreed to buy it back from me when I went to WT in the Fall of 1961, which he did, with a bonus based on the several years profit I had made running the ride.
Except on Week-ends, when the traffic was high, one person ran the Chair Lift. The Chairs were numbered, twice on the whole line, so when Chair #3 was on my lower deck, Chair #3 was in the same location on the upper deck. Yes, we did have some folks swept off the upper deck, as we couldn't see them to know they were completely loaded, and we had a speaker where I told them to go back and reload (ignoring any injuries)!
You generally could hear their yells and screams if they missed the chair or were swept off the platform, and I learned a few new words of "frustration" during that time, especially from those Tourists from NY and NJ. I continued to work for Pete, whose favorite expression included "...Meathead...", many years prior to Archie Bunker. Pete was a great Boss, and I learned a lot from him. He made me believe in PERSEVERANCE, and that has served me well for a lifetime. I am told that Pete's ashes were scattered in the Canyon, a fitting place.
In the last year I ran the Chair Lift, insurance inspectors would not approve the lack of safety practices (imagine that?) and how we operated, including the 'cables' which supported the towers, which turned out to be wrapped copper electric lines, rather than real cables, so we ceased operations about 6 months later. I was working for Bob Brent at Brent's Men's Apparell in Amarillo by then, driving from WT to Amarillo every day. I had the times of my life working and living in the Canyon, perhaps the only other white guy to live there since Col. Goodnight.
We fought brush fires with wet gunny (toe) sacks where vehicles couldn't go, had too many heat strokes that we couldn't get the ambulances to return our calls, and reveled in the joy the Canyon brings to all who go!