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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Revelstoke is aglow with colour, lights and shapes as we wander hand in hand down an alley, a blanket of...
We knew there weren’t many good days left. Snow had already sprinkled across the tree line and daylight was shortening...
I was 17 in the summer of 1954. With survey experience the previous summer, I was hired as chain-man—a step-up—for...
Picture this: An aging 16-foot Frontiersman canoe, loaded to the gunwales with two grown paddlers, a 12-year-old boy, a 120-pound...
It helps to know where you’re going on the backroads. There’s extreme danger in following a Google map in the...
It was late summer, and the time had finally come for the camping trip my cousin from Germany and I...
When I was a young lass, I was lucky enough to have friends with a cabin in Tulameen on Otter...
In the winter of 1975, after finishing university classes in December, I moved back to Terrace, British Columbia, to take...
When your belly begins to hang over your belt and a couple flights of stairs taxes your cardio, rugby is...
Moricetown Canyon, a rugged piece of geography that the Bulkley River is forced to squeeze through to make its way...
