It was late summer, and the time had finally come for the camping trip my cousin from Germany and I...
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It helps to know where you’re going on the backroads. There’s extreme danger in following a Google map in the...
At the end of a bright autumn school day, the phone rang. On the line was well-known travel writer and...
Picture this: An aging 16-foot Frontiersman canoe, loaded to the gunwales with two grown paddlers, a 12-year-old boy, a 120-pound...
When I was a young lass, I was lucky enough to have friends with a cabin in Tulameen on Otter...
I was 17 in the summer of 1954. With survey experience the previous summer, I was hired as chain-man—a step-up—for...
Moricetown Canyon, a rugged piece of geography that the Bulkley River is forced to squeeze through to make its way...
We knew there weren’t many good days left. Snow had already sprinkled across the tree line and daylight was shortening...
Revelstoke is aglow with colour, lights and shapes as we wander hand in hand down an alley, a blanket of...
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...
