My Dad worked at Bamberton when he was just a young greaser. Deafening and dusty, he worked his way up to a future in the chemistry lab. He cast that path aside to be a truck driver, later moving to the big off-road logging trucks. In those remote logging camps he experienced a BC coast that few even see. He never regretted his decision.

I imagine that at every stage of its life, this cement plant was surreal. Now it's gone.