Two months ago they closed Big White. Two long and strange months ago it shut down in a matter of forty-five minutes. It came as a shock even though we should have seen it coming. Like a tidal wave the first influx of the coronavirus burned a path through our lives. With a rush, a panic, they were closing ski hills and reducing tables in bars. That first week of ‘social distancing’ and self-isolation is still as surreal now, remembering Read more…
Sunday morning again, I think its nine now, but who’s counting? We had a pancake breakfast on a rainy morning. It started out very pleasantly. Then I turned on my computer and the tragic news was everywhere. A Snowbird had crashed! The RCAF CT-114 Tutor took off from the Kamloops airport this morning. Moments later it crashed into a house and erupted in flames. Lately the only thing that can drive Covid19 from the headlines is more tragedy. First a Read more…
Every fisherman has a good fish story. Of course mine involves the one that got away. Ever since I was seven years old I went to a campground on Kootenay Lake. Nine miles north of Kaslo BC is a special place called Schroeder Creek Resort. Schroeder Creek will always own a piece of my heart and a part of my soul. It was the one thing that always brought my dad and I together. Some of my youngest memories are Read more…
It’s the May long weekend. The strangest May long that I remember. Usually I am very busy right now. People are traveling and there are big parties in the bush. This year it’s a bit different. Sleep was elusive again. We woke up before six am. I snuggled in with my wife and our cat and tried to return to a restful slumber. After dozing in and out of consciousness I gave up and rolled out of bed. It was Read more…
My dreams felt so real, I woke up with a start. Not sure if I was still dreaming I slowly opened my eyes. 5:38 my clock said. Fishing my brain said. My little kitty snowbee snuggled up close and I thought I would drift back to sleep. Sleep eluded me and my kitty left. I decided it was time to get up and go fishing. My truck was still connected to my boat. A crisp breeze blew across the Okanagan Read more…
Morning began with the smell of coffee. My wife teased me again and made herself an espresso. One day I may want an espresso. Today was not that day. Another zoom meeting in the morning then I needed to go to work. I elected to jump on the bike again. I cruised down the road to the other side of the bridge. I was going to get gas. I was running a few minutes late, my fuel indicator said fifty-six Read more…
It’s been two months since they declared the pandemic. Two months ago we were filled with fear, with anxiety. What is a pandemic? Now we have a better idea. When Italy was losing so many lives and their health-care system was reeling. It made sense to lock everything down. Now people are tired of being stuck inside. People are on the move again. Many places in the world are opening things up again. The warnings are there, new outbreaks in Read more…
Today I was going to go fishing, my boat hooked up to my truck, fishing license ready. I wish I could take my fishing buddy. The rule right now is no one on the boat that doesn’t live in the same house. My wife is too busy for fishing so I figured it was time for a solo troll on Okanagan Lake. My morning started slower than planned and before I knew it I got side-tracked with stuff on the Read more…
Monday, eight weeks of Mondays since this all began. I appreciate everyone that has followed my story. The comments and encouragement keeps me going, I will continue to share my story as it goes. I have found a new direction for my life and will do whatever it takes. I will follow my dream to learn and grow as a writer. This Monday was a day for getting organized. I own an amazing boat built in Kelowna by Campion Marine. Read more…
A red glow dimly appears behind the mountain. An image, an idea enters our minds eye what lies beyond the horizon? The red glow brightens, yellows and whites emanate from the crest of the mountains. Tenderly caressed the glow of the moon emerges, cradled like a newborn child between the peaks blink and it is there. A sliver at first, growing, rising into the sky. a cosmic blink of an eye the moon rises to its full glory. The ghostly Read more…