In the wild heart of British Columbia, where the mountains loom like ancient guardians, and the waters shimmer with the promise of adventure, lies the Skeena River—a living testament to the untamed beauty of nature. I drive here from my home in British Columbia every August in the hopes of hitting the right run of…
“Did you remember the thermos?” My son Grant, performing one final check, can’t find the coffee in our pickup truck. Giving up the search, he gently slams the muddy door. “You know it”, I answered back, cinching down a chest strap. “It’s in my pack”
BY JOHN SADUSKY
We are about to begin a rugged one…