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Brook trout and a green beadhead Woolly Bugger, George River.
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Here are some of the most enthusiastic characters you'll ever meet. They're hauling me around the woods of Maine. In front are Stanzi, who's getting on in years, and Roy, the lead dog.
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Arctic blueberries; you might call’em the ultimate in the low-bush variety.
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Codfish drying racks in the Lofoten Islands, Norway, north of the Arctic Circle. Dried fish made it possible for Catholic countries to eat fish on Friday before refrigeration.
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One of my favorite mentors, Bill Broe, in the Adirondacks. His pride in his work was inspiring and infectious.
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A visitor during the night left these tracks.
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We’re not praying; we’re dancing -- at the Fana Folklife Center near Bergen, Norway.
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Dante Birch, sitting on a glacial erratic high above the George River, in Nunavik.
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My wife trucked me around in her van for a couple of months when I was without a knee joint. Riding backwards, I couldn't advise her how to drive; but I could comment on whatever she'd just done.
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An Etna beaver dam on a dreary April day.
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Rick Shreve and a big Arctic char, Nanook River on Victoria Island, Canada -- about 72º north. The Nanook flows into Hadley Bay and the Parry Channel. Bet you can’t find it.
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The hamlet of Kangiqsualujjuaq, Nunavik.
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Eleanor and Louie Thompson of Claremont, at Myrdal Station, Norway, on
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Basalt cliffs at sunset, George River. |
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Eric Sailer and Dante: the chefs at work beside the Falcoz River, Nunavik. |
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Eric doing the daily morning reading, a tradition of the Geriatric Adventure Society.
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Kangiqsualujjuaq kids. Younger brother and sister aren’t too sure about this old white guy with the camera.
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Waiting out an afternoon wind, Indian House Lake, Nunavik. |
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Disassembling the canoes beside the four-star hotel at the end of the George
River. It had a shower and a laundry. What luxury! |
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Birch tree growing around a whatzit from an old logging camp. The most inscrutable old tool I’ve ever seen.
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