The Origins of My Outdoor Life

“Doesn’t your husband go winter camping with you?” asked a kindly stranger in Algonquin Park. “Oh no,” I replied. “That’s not really his thing. He’s home with the dog.” Truth is, I could insert almost any family member and outdoor activity into that first question and it would be the same conversation I’ve had withContinue reading “The Origins of My Outdoor Life”

Shoes and Bags

This afternoon I attended the funeral for a woman who lived a good, long 96 years on this earth. I listened to her granddaughter, a dear friend of mine, fondly remember how her grandmother was to blame for her love of shoes and bags. I mentioned this to my husband hours later over pints ofContinue reading “Shoes and Bags”