by A Bunker | Jul 2, 2019 | TRAVEL
I had rigged the CD’s from the start and Bren was none too happy about it! Ohhhh friggin’ well, it’s a 16 hour drive and there was no way in Hell this time around I was about to endure Tina Turner pre Private Dancer or, any BeeGees deader than...
by A Bunker | Feb 10, 2019 | TRAVEL
On a calm and rather dimly lit morning I arrived to the fishing spot, walked down the hill, and observed the water ahead. From a high vantage point it appeared the shallows below had char, and many were red. After three weeks of hoping and planning, plenty miles and...
by A Bunker | Sep 12, 2018 | TRAVEL
Feeding twigs and trash to a small fire, relaxed both feet were up on the blue kitchen Rubbermaid. Neighbors Statler and Waldorf, a pair of perched eagles from across the river kept watch. Mike was off in explore mode, still in sight wandering and fishing a couple...
by A Bunker | Aug 6, 2018 | TRAVEL
Exiting the plane in Rankin Inlet it hit me, that fresh, crisp, clean ocean air. In the distance under a blue sky, remaining see ice clung for life along the slow taper of the tundra’s barren shorelines. For early July the contrast between these two conflicting...
by A Bunker | Jun 25, 2018 | TRAVEL
She is sitting beside me in the passenger seat taking pictures of every road sign, bridge, tree and rock that she sees. Now and again she giggles then turns to jot something down in her note pad. Behind the wheel I’m getting annoyed cause every red light along...
by A Bunker | Jan 22, 2018 | TRAVEL
Mounted over the cabin’s fireplace rested two large brook trout, one of seven and the other eight pounds. John had told me they were caught on the same day many years ago, as he pointed out the window to the lake. They were fascinating to look at, painted in their...
