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Toys, Tackle and Fish Stories
Another story thread I may have seemed to have dropped is that of my slowly simmering plans to do a little fishing this summer. Back in my previous Gone Fishin’ post back in March I was revelling in the notion of the snow melting soon so that my brand new fishing permit and soon-to-be-mended rod
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The Mystery of Big Island (Part Two)
Almost three months ago to this day, readers, I introduced you to a local puzzle that I was hoping to solve. Big Island, to catch you up, is a modest chunk of river valley wilderness with a backstory that both intrigued the explorer in me and piqued the curious pathfinder that lives in the uncaged
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Local Wayfinding
We often joke with the running crew that among the group a few of us seem to have GPS chips in our brains: we’re really good at find routes and getting un-lost. But for those less gifted in the skillful navigation of unmarked paths, finding one’s way through the trails and wild spaces of the
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Beaver Watchers
We run hills on Wednesday evening, and in a prairie city full of creeks and a river valley, the only proper hills are where the roads and paths cross the water. It is not surprising then that our hill training brings us close up to nature, the bottom of our training hill being a bridge
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The Mystery of Big Island (Part One)
I had other writing plans this morning, but a mystery has been unravelling in my own backyard that has piqued and diverted my interest for an upcoming summer of potential exploration. Backstory. I live near the mighty North Saskatchewan River, a twelve hundred and eighty-seven kilometer long ribbon of glacial water that flows, stretches and