Wells Gray Writers’ Circle bravely, nervously, produced its first Collected Works in 2012
On a typically blah November morning, my light hikers took me to Brookfield Creek.
Often around those areas of major activity I see the design that tells me that it was dinner time for a bird
A short-tailed weasel poked itself up on the side of the road from which the chipmunk had come
We car-pool to Upper Clearwater and stop near the road up to Battle Mt.,
Awaiting us at the Departure Bay ferry terminal in Nanaimo, Greyhound’s bus stop, were two vehicles driven by special relatives
Instead of being at the hostel beside the inlet, as my sister Vera had arranged, we were in the owners’ large home
Through Grenville Channel, the mountains towered above, sloping steeply to great depths leaving a narrow passage
Diane, our chatty, knowledgeable conductor had realized her captive audience was, well, captivated by all her tales
Day 2 of our three-day train trip from Clearwater to Prince Rupert saw us leaving Jasper around noon
Things were improving quickly and became even better when my brother-in-law discovered empty seats in the dome car
Our train rolled quietly into the station, an hour and 10 minutes late
Roland Neave signs a copy of the sixth edition of his book, Exploring Wells Gray Park, for Chance Breckenridge
Collected Works 2014 contains stories, poems, sketches and photographs by local writers and photographers and artists
Rotary Richard fell into Dutch Lake at 4:01 a.m. on March 22 as the ice melted
To our surprise we saw maxi-spray from Dawson Falls. Later we saw why
In December, 1948 my grandmother came to Brisbane, Australia from Minneapolis (US), where my mother was born, to visit our family
Captivating, painful, and just plain dumb encounters with wildlife
We learned to relax and let things happen slowly and to soak up the hospitality
“Are you lost? Can I help?” he asked. For once we did not need directions.
