“Zing!” The rod bounced and the fishing line began to spin out. I jumped from my seat and reached for the rod. Fifty yards behind the boat I saw the fish leap from the glassy water. Fish on! My heart began to race and I calmed myself while I held Read more…
Paradise has been invaded by greed. Our beautiful Okanagan Valley has become a place for the wealthy and well-to-do. And it makes me sad. The latest casualty is our friend’s beach lot. For over fifteen years they have been able to spend their summers at their RV on the water Read more…
It was like a dance, a renewed romance. I leaned my machine into the corner and spun it back up again. The gleaming waters of Okanagan lake reflected the mountains above, it was the perfect backdrop for the undulating highway known simply as Westside Road. Everything was right in the Read more…
I am feeling a lot of pressure these days. Our little city is growing and changing. And not in a good way. The boat is being evicted from the Eldorado and the city has implemented a draconian fee to the boat businesses of $ 2000.00 per boat to use the Read more…
This week the hockey world lost two of its greatest goal scorers. Mike Bossy passed away early this week and was followed to the hallowed halls of hockey heaven by Guy Lafleur. I’m sure they are sharing a toast to great careers. Two men gone too soon. Fucking Cancer. My Read more…
Pain seared through Louise’s body and racked the fibre of her being. It was agony like never before. Yet somehow she knew it would end soon. The feeling came in waves, like a storm breaking on the shore. When the pain ended she knew it would be a beautiful beginning. Read more…
A pulsing ringing circled his head, the world spun into consciousness. Barrman rolled over and his eyes peeled open to greet the day. His body ached and his head felt like someone was squeezing it between their hands. The only hand on his head was his own. Barrman felt every Read more…
I arrived at my mountain home for the last weekend in the ski season of 2021-22. My wife was already there and our friend Karen accompanied me to spend the last day on the hill. It has been a season to remember, a season that lacked snow but had a Read more…
Fifty-two spins around the sun… I remember when I was my daughter’s age how anyone over forty was over the hill. According to that, I am now over the hill and hurtling down the other side. Strangely enough, I don’t feel that much older than I did when I was Read more…
The crisp evening air buzzed with an energy unseen and unfelt in over two years. It pulsed into the night air. Music. And the crowd standing in front of the stage at Big White Ski Resort was alive with it. Four thousand people danced with the energy of it all. Read more…