This story first appeared at Mountain Culture. The other day I resigned from my day job. I walked out of the CAO’s office and into the washroom and realized there was a hole worn through the elbow of my shirt. Good time to be returning to freelance life, I thought. At least I can keep…
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Counting birds, wrangling hawks: how Pemberton’s go-to bird guy help me find my way home
If a cold and hungry hawk is going to get itself entangled in the netting of your chicken coop, attempting to source itself a nice New Year’s Day dinner, the best possible scenario is to be John Tschopp’s neighbour. The 40-year Pemberton resident unwittingly designated himself as my go-to guy for any bird-related questions, when…
What happens when the ski industry’s MVP becomes a trophy wife
I wrote this piece for Mountain magazine and it ran in their early Winter issue. I wrote it — several versions of it, in truth — in the days after the news of the takeover broke, trying to shake some crystal ball readings from all the snow-dust and Facebook chaff. I talked to a lot of people. Informed, thoughtful,…
Would you take a wellness workshop from your dentist?
Last I heard of Pemberton’s stalwart dentist, Anne Crowley, she had put on a backpack and was about to solo trek across the country. I didn’t really expect her to be offering an eight-week wellness course at the Pemberton Community Centre, starting Jan. 18. “I made it to Lillooet,” she said. She’d set out with…
Live well in your places
I rediscovered a favourite journalist/writer this week, in the kind of happy happenstance that doesn’t occur for Presidents, when a rain day cut climbing short and led us to the Squamish library for an afternoon at the magazine stacks with the latest issue of Vanity Fair and a profile of Barack Obama. Prior to snagging…
Sleeping in Sitkas – In Praise of Treehouses
The first time I slept outside without a roof or a tent fly, I felt as vulnerable as a bowl of kibble. But the exhilaration of waking up to meteor streaks had me hooked. The solution? Get up off the ground where the snuffling animals roam and take to the trees. Call it a nest…
Spring in Pemberton means snowmelt and… poo
The challenge? Remind dog-owners to pick up after their pooches. The solution? Ruby. Champion for the Turd-Free Trails Forever movement. I mean, how could you resist? (File this under Local Government Best Practices.)
Locavore’s Dilemma: four bags of salad for dinner? And no tomatoes.
Local honey, a bag of fresh greens and peppery little radishes – that was my haul from the first Pemberton Farmers Market for the season. (Wednesday nights, 4pm-7pm, outside the Pemberton Valley Grocery store.) So, now we’re fully stocked on salad greens – exposing the joy and the challenge of eating locally, in season –…
Choose Pemberton
Pemberton Feature Promo from Randy Lincks on Vimeo. From trailhead to tailgate, farmgate to dinner plate, a million adventures await. Choose Pemberton. It’s where your next adventure begins. Last summer, photographer Randy Lincks invited me to collaborate with him on a project for Tourism Pemberton, to storyboard a narrative arc and develop a script for…
Busting through heliskiing’s powder ceiling – chicks in the chopper
There’s nowhere else that men will look you over so aggressively, quite as overtly, as when you walk into a heliskiing operation. They are trying to suss out if you are one of the support staff – a cook, a massage therapist, an assistant – because that’s what most of the women are. (Of the…
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