December ‘13 - January ‘14
There goes another Northword reader going off the beaten track... This time in the Suskwa. Photo by Paul Glover
In This Issue
Some say dogs tie people down. In our household, it might just be the other way around.
Broad, deep tracks in the fresh snow followed the logging road ahead of us. “First snow of winter,” my grandfather would say, “and the grizzly bears head for their dens in the mountains.”
James Fisher’s shop is a thing to behold. It dwarfs his house in downtown Smithers and is immaculate, despite the faint smell of epoxy.
Out on the ski trails, a properly chosen and correctly applied wax can make the difference between tranquility and torment.
The chairlift seat sways gently as it whisks me up the hill. I lower the safety bar and catch my breath. Those steep runs through powder burn tons of calories! It’s time to check my blood-sugar level.
Canyon Creek Cross-Country Ski Area is about 25 minutes from Smithers up Babine Lake Road.
The graceful steel spires stand at regular distances along the highway. It’s as if a giant millipede has threaded its way over the steep roadside ridges, swept out a swath of forest with its belly, and lost a long, straight leg with every step.
I live beside a gravel road. You cross a small bridge into the heart of Driftwood Canyon and, for a couple of kilometres, the hydro poles have been rerouted out of sight.
The Ocean -- Vast. Deep.....
This afternoon, I was pouring hot water for tea when my dog started barking.
In previous columns I have written my opinions about how important it is for a community to read and celebrate its own authors.
I am pretty sure there was no environmental assessment or Joint Review Panel for the establishment of the Grease Trail, nor any proponents, critics or lawyers.