August - September 2015
In This Issue
It's WAY too expensive and causes me lots of problems so I want to trade it in this fall...I'm looking for something more dependable and maybe a little more eco-friendly.
In the late 1990s, Cree elder David Bird visited my Aboriginal Literature class at the University of Winnipeg.
I’d been feeling rather grumpy about the world.
Our good friend, my godson, has his birthday in August. Birthday parties involving wiener-roasts often happened at Kleanza Creek just west of Terrace, a shaded area beside cool running water in a lovely setting.
“Wolves? Yes, we have them, but they leave us alone and we leave them alone.”
I recently travelled by rail from Prince George to Prince Rupert, a journey that should have taken 12 hours.
As you drive into Moricetown from the south you can’t help but notice the prominent peak that seems to stand just behind the town.
Once upon a time there was a young, ordinary man, in search of the extraordinary experience his life had thus far kept hidden.
A slight breeze rustles the aspen leaves, and on it drifts the distinct scent of a northern summer. It could be a campfire or a Bar-B-Q, but when the days are long and when the salmon are running, the smell of smoke carries with it the flavour of curing fish and the promise of good eating throughout the winter.
“Map says it’s public right-of-way.”
“Here’s something worthwhile. A rancher in the Fort Fraser area wants to monitor for us. He says that they have lots of amphibians and snakes on their ranch—at least five different species.”
The Blackwater, or West Road River, is not only one of our Canadian heritage rivers, but is also a world-class trout fishery.