The summer I turned 13, my father took me steelhead fishing on the Klickitat River in Washington. By then I figure he had put in hundreds of hours, patiently teaching me to fish for those noble creatures. On this particular…
This was a business trip with Cal, my business partner. Honest. We talked about luring new clients, wading through paperwork, reeling from the shock of Covid-19. We tied up loose ends. We cast about for new ideas. We analyzed our…
With a wary eye on Rosie. Wood Nymph butterfly. Spotted Towhee, in from the red-eye flight. Bear tracks. Pine White butterfly. Rosie in her happy place. Okay, me too. Sunset at Halfmoon Bay. Fireweed. Blacktail deer. Smiles all 'round. Until…
Poignant childhood memories can be mysterious and powerful things. They might sit dormant for years and then surface at random times, leaving us melancholy or…
When you get kids into nature, their faces remind us of what childhood was always meant to be. The smiles. The focused concentration without distraction.…
The historic town of Princeton, British Columbia straddles the Crowsnest Highway at the confluence of the Tulameen and Similkameen rivers east of Vancouver. Princeton was…
In his landmark book Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder, Richard Louv wrote: “Time in nature is not leisure time; it's an essential…