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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
Personal History – After spending the first 3 years in my birthplace of Peace River, Alberta my sister and I moved to my grand parent’s (and uncle’s) farm at Gordondale, Alberta (about 100 miles to the west).

There we quite happily spent our childhoods as true pioneers – no power or running water (more details of our adventures under stories).
After Dad remarried (1960) we moved to the big city of Dawson Creek – pop 13,500 (30 miles further west) where I remained until the completion of my schooling.
Ready to tackle the outside world I headed north (which gets filed into the ‘what was I thinking’ dept) to the asbestos mining town of Cassiar B.C. (located along the BC-Yukon border). After two winters of freezing just about everything there was to freeze I began a life long quest to get to a warmer climate.
30 years later, after stops in Edmonton, Jasper, the Okanagan, Vancouver, Los Angeles and various parts in between, I find myself back in the Peace Country (must of made a wrong left turn somewhere). (More info at where I Live!)
City of Dawson Creek early 60's
After taking the long way around I finally understand the old saying – “Wherever you go, there you are”, so I have decided to stop trying to conquer the world (for now) and enjoy where I am.
Cassiar in the summer
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Dawson Creek.jpg (35201 bytes)
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..and winter - and why I left!