NIPIGON TURNOVERS.

NIPIGON TURNOVERS.

Light traffic with some heavy Tool, Rancid and NOFX helping keep me awake. Needed some toothpicks for the eyelids, they were constantly shutting. Pulling the big load across the Province to see friends and head fishing. Campfires, big meals, boozing and fishing on the...
OUR NORTHERN FIRES STILL BURN.

OUR NORTHERN FIRES STILL BURN.

“If you could make any animal 200 pounds, what would win in any fight? Call the Dugy Line with your answer.” Honey badger, wolverine, crocodile, eagle… ant! Yeah, the ant I thought for sure. Imagine a 200 pound ant..? You know, according to Google it would take...
FISHING SPOILED RUINED ROTTEN.

FISHING SPOILED RUINED ROTTEN.

Very little traffic on the drive north to Mattice, Chrish and I had turned out my driveway before 6:00am on our way to the Agent Stevie Z. None stop chatter from the two of us the entire ten hours, it was evident we were both excited to get away. Chrish had never done...
A NUNAVUT NOMAD VIII. THE IVITARULIK “RED”EMPTION.

A NUNAVUT NOMAD VIII. THE IVITARULIK “RED”EMPTION.

It’s a long way to go around for this gig, a long haul. Leave Ottawa, fly through Iqaluit and Rankin Inlet then plop down overnight in Yellowknife. Next morning, leave there, fly over places of wonder like Alymer Lake, Tree River, Bathurst Inlet and Coronation...
NIPIGON LONG RANGERS.

NIPIGON LONG RANGERS.

HUNGRY FOR IT! Not a vehicle on the road from home to New Liskeard, total highway Deadsville out there. Bren was sitting straight, perfect postured as always in the passenger seat, subjecting me much of the drive to some rather raunch and dusty playlist tunes. For the...
A SOLO ROADY NORTH V. “Tuck Taped Together”

A SOLO ROADY NORTH V. “Tuck Taped Together”

In a hurry to just get done what needed to be done, while setting up the tent in the hot, late summer sun I jammed the fly pole right through the fabric. Damaged shelter a “dog-gammit” I wanted to say, but with Justin and his young lad watching over I...