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Legends of Myself 135

March 1, 2020

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135. The Mediterranean Sea, 2001. In Conclusion So there I was in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on a ferry to Tunisia. I had caught a morning bus out of Palermo to Trapani, from which the ferry sailed. At the ferry terminal, the passenger waiting area was dominated by Tunisians going home. Tunisians apparently […]

Legends of Myself 128

January 5, 2020

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128. The Boneyard, 1965. Before the Season The paths to and from our cabin had been encroached on by bushes, weeds, ferns and other greenery since the month-or-so that we’d been gone from the Boneyard, and we needed our machetes the next day to make them wide enough again so that we weren’t soaked in […]

Legends of Myself 127

January 3, 2020

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127. Skeena River, 1965. Rowboat Odyssey We stayed on Smith Island for about a month. We needed to return to the Boneyard in order to get ready for the fishing season, and that was always the plan. The time to go back eventually arrived. So we loaded up the rowboat, launched out of our little […]

Legends of Myself 126

December 27, 2019

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126. Smith Island, 1965. Houseboat Standing on the railway tracks near our cabin in the Boneyard and looking out at the Skeena, to the left is Mowitch Point, which conceals Port Essington on the other side of the river. The far bank is two miles away, and ends at Veitch Point. There the river opens, […]

Legends of Myself 125

December 22, 2019

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125. The Boneyard, 1965. Settling In The last time we’d seen the Boneyard, we’d been driven off by fire. The dynamite shack that my father, his partners and I had squatted in during the summers of ’60 and ’61 was, when we left, still smouldering, and the remains unrecoverable. We obviously could not return to […]

Legends of Myself 124

December 17, 2019

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124.  Toronto, 1965.  Cabbagetown I have always enjoyed visiting Toronto, and I enjoyed it then. Urban landscapes don’t offend me. They are part of the mix, and they offer motion, variety and people. Toronto was then as now Canada’s largest city, then as now more than twice the size of Vancouver. I came from a […]

Legends of Myself 123

December 8, 2019

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123.  BC to Ontario, 1965. Railroading to St. Catharines My father never lost the ability to surprise me. He simply refused to stand still, either in his thinking or his understanding of things, or, literally, in his capacity as a traveller. He had a traveller’s soul—much more so than me—who could leave behind routine, things […]