When I was eighteen, I started working in Quetico Provincial Park as a canoe ranger. I was introduced to a whole new world of magical sunsets, loon calls, blackflies and the power of sunshine sparkling off the ripples on a lake. I worked in the interior on the canoe routes. Ten-day canoe trips clearing portages for five months. It snowed on the tent every month except July. But I was in love.
Paddling with my Elkhound, Tundra
I went back the next year, and the next, each year loving it a little more. Even though I spent the winters outside running my dogsledding business, every spring when I dipped my paddle once again, I felt as though my parched soul soaked it up.
putting in cordoroy
One of the more interesting portages in the Park
enjoying a sunset
I ended up working in the park until I was thirty. Twelve years paddling the interior. Roughly 860 nights spent in the tent. I've been to every lake in the Park. I grew up there. It shaped who I am today.
I now work on a bigger lake (Huron) and graduated to a bigger boat, but I still yearn for the Park each spring.
My first two books have been about dogsledding. Which, of course, is another of my passions. But, I think my next project will be about a canoe ranger.
What are your passions? Are you writing about them?