Little bit of Brusasco history

Ah, those were the days... I was Captain of the grand ship Wasco II (actually a 36' oak hull tugboat) at the ripe old age of 15. My brother Peter, with nothing more than compressed air hosed to a faceplate, a weightbelt, overalls & boots, would dive to the bottom of the Willamette and Yamhill rivers looking for sunken logs, dead bodies and whatever peaked his interest. We would suck the logs from the bottom, lash them to a catamaran barge made from two wooden cruise-liner type lifeboats and tow them to Newberg Oregon. There we had a Chevy V-8 powered boom-winch which we used to drag the logs ashore. Dad (in the picture above) or my brother would cut the logs small enough to be loaded to our short-haul log truck and then drive the load to the mill up a very steeeeeep hill. Some logs were as long as a rail car (as you can see in this picture). Others were as much as 6 feet in diameter. The logs were used for pulp to make paper. All from the darks of the deep - mind you, never, ever where you would find ME! I left that to my fearless brother.

Nonno Brusasco's Seafarer's Article