Labour Day 1988

It was Labour Day, September 5th 1988. My friend Craig and I were spreading our sleeping bags in the tent. My father was outside searching for kindling with a flashlight. I could hear twigs snapping. It was our tenth year of canoeing into Algonquin Park. Different people had joined us…

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Sometimes…Part 4: Mama

When I was a little girl, one of the planes my father owned was a red-and-white Cessna Skymaster. We lived in the Yukon then. My parents ran their own courier service and were often both gone at the same time. Mom might’ve been flying parts into a small, isolated mine…

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Down Home in the Smokies

The Great Smoky Mountains National Park straddles the Tennessee and North Carolina borders.  Its 800 square miles of natural and cultural treasures in the Southern Appalachians are just too magnificent and majestic to be contained in one state.  It is the most visited National Park in the US and one…

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How I Spent My Arctic Summer Vacation

George Burden takes a summer excursion to the beautiful beaches and coastlines of the Arctic Ocean in the Canadian province of Manitoba, where he is lucky enough to see beluga whales, caribou and polar bears. You should have seen the looks on the faces of my Maritime friends and colleagues…

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