School holidays. We have to DO something or we’ll go crazy! Ma, we want to go and climb Mt aux Sources. How are you going to get there? We’ll hitch-hike. Over my dead body! or words to that effect. NO, I think she meant. So two days later we get home – me, Claudio BellatoContinue reading “Getting Around in the 70’s”
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I’m fifteen?
The mighty Vulgar river had risen! It was flowing way higher than usual, and had overflown its banks. We needed to get onto it! So Pierre and I dusted off the open blue and red fibreglass canoe the old man had bought us and headed off downstream early one summer morning from below the weirContinue reading “I’m fifteen?”
