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Legends of Myself 131

January 24, 2020

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131. Goodbye to the Skeena And finally we had to leave. Some of it we carried with us when we went. I remember almost 10 years later my father buying another coffee percolator, explaining how he missed the smell of coffee brewing. Percolators long ago ceased being the technology of choice for making coffee. But […]

Legends of Myself 130

January 20, 2020

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130. The Boneyard, 1965. High Boat on the River One week while the fishing was on, a storm came to the Boneyard. It wasn’t the kind of storm that the motorized gillnetters on the river would have much trouble with, although it might make pilot and crews nervous, I suspect. A large boat or ship […]

Legends of Myself 129

January 17, 2020

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129. The Boneyard, 1965. Fishing the Skeena For five days a week, you were basically as busy as you wanted to be in the Boneyard, and sometimes that was busy and sometimes that wasn’t busy at all. However, after fishing season began, the two days a week that the river was open for fishing were […]

Legends of Myself 96

August 24, 2014

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96.  Highway 16, 1961:  Four Ragtags I left school, and the four of us left Prince Rupert, presumably because the money ran out —what little of it my father had after the fire in the Boneyard.  The new digs we retreated to, a block or two away, were more expensive than the Grand.  We couldn’t […]

Legends of Myself 71

April 11, 2013

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71. The Boneyard, 1960: Fifty-Three Meteors The Skeena is rightly named “the river of mists” as the original Tsimshian form of the name suggests.  Mist, cloud, rain with splashes of blue overhead.  It was not a place to breed stargazers or astronomers, one would think.  But I must have looked up at the Boneyard sky […]

Legends of Myself 69

April 1, 2013

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69. The Boneyard, 1960:  Ephemeral Cities on the Skeena Living along the railway tracks a mile away from somewhere-not-very-much is not quite roughing it, but not quite civilization either.  Similarly situated along a road rather than a railway is alike but not alike. On a road, you have your own ride out or someone may be […]

Legends of Myself 68

April 1, 2013

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68.  Summer, 1960:  The Boneyard The summer of 1960, my father and I returned to the Skeena estuary, but it was to the opposite side of where I had stood before.  I was already familiar with Haysport.  It was the CNR flagstop that served Port Essington, and when I had last stayed in Port Essington […]