How far is it? We all looked from our campsite across the sparkling blue water at the little island taunting us in the near distance. 400 meters. No way. 200! No it must be 300 meters. 250. No, it’s got to be more. Maybe 700 meters. We all looked again …
Mention the word honeymoon and most folks will start dreaming of a luxury cruise or an all-inclusive Carribean resort or perhaps a sightseeing trek across continental Europe. Me? I like to think of my wife carrying a food pack on a rain-drenched four-kilometer portage in the middle of nowhere. With …
Friends tell me I have a competitive edge and I can’t deny it. Take paddling for instance. How many other people do you know instinctively begin to paddle faster the moment they see another canoe ahead of them on the horizon? Start humming the Jaws theme song as they close …
Our friend Sheridan gave us the book Z is for Zamboni as a Christmas present. Hazel is now a big fan of the Zamboni, Bobby Hull and Orr, the referee and especially the penalty box when we reach the letter T and point out that breaking the rules results in someone sitting in the timeout box . . .
