Shortly after college I was struggling financially and was in need of a vehicle when my father came to the rescue by giving me my grandfather’s 1964 short bed Chevrolet pickup truck. My grandfather had purchased it new, worked it on this farm in Nebraska and passed it on to my father who drove it […]

Many years ago I had aspirations of climbing Mt. Robson in British Columbia but after one recon trip, poor weather and finally an injured climbing partner a trip to the Rockies was abandoned. Just a few years ago I was excited when a friend wanted to spent two weeks in Canada. Plan was to drive […]

It had been twenty years since I had been back to the family farm outside Bayard, Nebraska. My daughter was five years old and I felt she needed to spend some time with her great Grandparents. We spent several days on the farm when I asked my grandfather if we could drive to my father’s […]

I stood at the edge of the viewpoint. High peaks edged the river valley that was the natural passage from northern Saskatchewan to British Columbia, one of the original trade routes through the Canadian Rockies. In the 1800’s Fur Traders and Native Americans would meet at rendezvous, camping and trading. The river glistened in the […]

I was never a team sport individual, especially in high school, but was fortunate to have a geometry teacher who taught a climbing course after school. His name was Joe Wilcox. Joe had some notoriety as the leader of an ill fated expedition to Denali, Alaska in the 1960s. Many deaths and controversy resulted in […]