Book Excerpt: Fall Leaves – A Childhood Memory

The maple leaves carpeted our yard. My feet sunk in and I found myself up to my ankles in reds, oranges, and browns, rustling and crunching as I shuffled along the bottom of the hill. The ash-colored rake in my right hand stood a head taller than me, ready for action. Mom lent me a pair of her denim blue chambray garden gloves to protect my eight-year-old hands. I set to work at my end of the yard while Dad got going on his end. + Read More

Book Excerpt: Childhood Adventures

We wriggled into our swimsuits and laced up our sneakers. Mom slathered on us the same Coppertone baby sunscreen I use today on my sensitive skin. Kristen, my cousin Chris, and I skipped down the dirt road to the bank of mail boxes, off on our childhood adventures. Mom and Uncle Alan trailed behind. We waited for them to catch up. + Read More

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 with so many different people over the years. It’s usually followed by “so what happened to you?” + Read More

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