Picture this: An aging 16-foot Frontiersman canoe, loaded to the gunwales with two grown paddlers, a 12-year-old boy, a 120-pound...
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In the winter of 1975, after finishing university classes in December, I moved back to Terrace, British Columbia, to take...
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We knew there weren’t many good days left. Snow had already sprinkled across the tree line and daylight was shortening...
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It was late summer, and the time had finally come for the camping trip my cousin from Germany and I...
At the end of a bright autumn school day, the phone rang. On the line was well-known travel writer and...
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When I was a young lass, I was lucky enough to have friends with a cabin in Tulameen on Otter...
