Above: Bob with Karen on our way to Burwash Landing.

Above: Bob on trip from Whitehorse to Dawson Creek

Above: Bob (second from right) with bus passengers.  One of the ladies wrote the poem below.

To Bob Hayes - our Bus Driver - Alaska Highway - July 18, 1949

He sits up front in the driver's seat, so very trim and neat,
With his hair combed back and his face all clean from his swim in the river deep.
He watches ahead for all the sights as we travel the road along,
His face lights up with a sunny smile - you know in his heart there's a song.
The Alaska Highway lies ahead like a river rolling strong.
And tho the bears be grizzly or black, on the curves he is never wrong.
He stops the bus at good places to eat, and for pictures we wish to take.
Sometimes we sit and wonder a lot - if the schedule we're going to make.
Somehow he never seems to mind if he's going fast or slow -
For far ahead the mountains rise and the waters rush below.
We think when this lovely trip is o'er and his passengers all depart,
He'll turn this trusty bus around still with a song in his heart.
There back again he'll go once more, o'er the trail we travelled today,
To his own fireside and the loved ones dear who are waiting, so far away.

                                                                                                        "G.M."

Above: Karen Louise (10 months) a lovely blonde, blue-eyed tiny little girl - a very good little girl.  She loved to be outside.

Gail Irene was a beautiful dark haired (auburn) baby with brown eyes.  The girl who never slept - she kept us hopping.