I Used To Hate Winter
I used to hate winter. It’s cold and my hands instantly become dry and cracked. Having horses, I dreaded the frozen water buckets and having to take my gloves off a million times while...
I used to hate winter. It’s cold and my hands instantly become dry and cracked. Having horses, I dreaded the frozen water buckets and having to take my gloves off a million times while...
Sitting on the gabion basket-lined bank of the Sauble River, listening to the roar of water coming down the Sauble Falls and watching a Bald Eagle get pestered by a couple of crows, I...
I’m not sure I’ve cried so much reading the end of a book as I did when finishing Paddling My Own Canoe by Esther Keyser with John Keyser. The ridiculous thing is that I...
Camping in the Algonquin Park frontcountry wasn’t something Darrell and I had really planned on doing. We’ve avoided the campgrounds at the park for years because we don’t love camping around a bunch of...