Some gifts take time sinking in; others stare you in the face. We, our family of four in a VW Beetle, arrived late in Watson Lake on October 1, 1957, and awoke in a strange house, beside the lake. Outside, in brilliant sun, and “a silence you most could hear,” as Robert Service described it, …
Rendezvous – it’s always been our mid-winter break. A chance to unwind. It’s competition, and horseplay, and fun.
My new job at a remote bush camp kept my wife Pearl and I apart for our first Christmas in 1946. When the spring rolled in, she joined me in the thick bush. I thought the bush was claustrophobic, but it didn’t bother her. She just said, “It’s as flat as the prairies, it’s just …
