To whosoever in the years ahead may occupy this goat-infested place. To who in the long hours may watch the trail for the sight of some human face. To he who may sit so all alone and stare through the window pane. The anguished soul eating beans from a bowl while silently praying for rain. To the person in this plight who even at night lie in bed and gaze at the ceiling, while letting his mind roam to the comforts of home and the absence of a destitute feeling. To he who will arise and with sleep-dimmed eyes proceed to pull on his pants. Then while still blinking and without even thinking survey the surrounding expanse. To he who will then tackle the detestable job of preparing for breakfast some detestable gob. Then when he’s finished and hunger diminished turn his thoughts to the long day ahead. And, in his lonely dismay might disgustingly say; “I think I’d be better off dead”! Oh, here now, my lad, Things aren’t really so bad. Conditions could be far more adverse. So, I’m saying to you, so alone and so blue just pray that they never get worse!! Sue Johnson USFS Alpine Lookout 1963 Wenatchee NF
(I found this note on Alpine Lookout in 1963 when I went up to close the station at the end of the season. It was written on an extra page of the Daily Log that Lookouts kept. I added the title. -- Elmer Larsen) "