| | A beautiful spring day in 1959 on the Heart Lake Road near Lake Placid | |
| | | A dream briefly realized from 1959-1961 | |
| | | A pile of hemlock bark left by loggers in 1927 for a tanner who never came to pick it up. The bark survives after all these years. | |
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| | These are the remains of the first hunting camp I went to in 1958, I think it was. Those of you with sharp eyes who have read my story “The White-Footed Mouse” may notice the piece of clay pipe in the foreground. That was where the mouse had perched when we met. | |
| | | Adair Heath and I running a rapid on the Hiukitak River on the north coast of Canada in 1995 | |
| | | Mount Hekla in Iceland.
A volcano, it was once thought to be the gateway to Hell. |
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| | This is the way the dog looks when Mother is away. | |
| | | The Cliffs of Moher (pronounced More) on the west coast of Ireland. The fence is in the upper left corner of the picture. Those idiots are running around on a huge limestone slab that’s probably going to be the next piece to fall into the sea far below. | |
| | | Bergen Harbor in Norway. The old buildings are the offices and warehouses of the Hanseatic League, which flourished in medieval times. Salt fish was the main commodity here. | |
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| | My dear friend and canoe partner Bob Chutter relaxing at a campsite on Indian House Lake, George River, Quebec | |
| | | Windbound on Indian House Lake. We’re not going anywhere for a while. | |
| | | Our professor, Rick Shreve, with a really nice lake trout. | |
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| | Three caribou in a big hurry. A bear chased them down to the shore. Then, when they started the river crossing, here came four red sea monsters after them. | |
| | | A break for lunch on a sheltered little beach. Rick has just fallen in over his waders and is about to make the best of it by taking a bath. | |
| | | Taking ten along the shore. I have no idea what the gesture is all about. | |
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| | A cold, rainy day along the George. Instead of running the bony rapid, we’re lining the boats down along the shore. Not pleasant, but it beats swimming. | |
| | | A 3-kilometer portage around Helen Falls on the lower George River | |
| | | My truck at hunting camp after a lovely snowstorm in late October | |
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| | The members of the Geriatric Adventure Society gathered for the 35th annual Interstate Ski Tour and Grand Sub-Arctic Bushwhack in northern New Hampshire | |
| | | Someone else has the supper detail, so we’re just enjoying ourselves. | |
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