Part 3 of 6 Last weekend, I dined with the venerable Irish anaesthetist, Dr. Marnus F. O’Hoolahan, at his house in Squatter’s Row. It was the first time I had met him and he was in fine spirits; sitting at the head of the table like a sage, his silver hair was shimmering in the …
Part 2 of 6 I’d been in the Yukon for less than a week when I was dragged on a trek into Kluane National Park. Old hiking hands, Denis and Marshall, were worryingly keen to test my mettle. It was early May and we were going to hike Slims River to Observation Mountain over the …
Part 4 of 6 I was making my way down Main Street looking for a barber’s when I happened to glance into Baked Café. There, sitting in the window, was the inimitable Dr. Marnus F. O’Hoolahan. I hadn’t seen him — or my wallet — since the night of his dinner party in Squatter’s Row. …
Part 6 of 6 I was on Skype, talking to my old friend, Ed, back in England. “Have you seen much wildlife?” he asked. “I certainly have, Ed,” I replied. “I’ve seen porcupine, eagles, caribou, bison, grizzly bear, black bear, wolves, even a lynx, but my most extraordinary encounter was with something else …” I …
