The grouse stands dead still as I approach, banking on the notion I haven't seen her, her feathers resembling the pattern of bark on the tree.
I love the sound these grouse make in the woods. I must find a way to explain it -- it's more like a soft pressure on the eardrums, the sound an owl…Continue
At a crossroads in the middle of the woods -- that's where I am with my novel ... trying to find may way to home base. Don't want to pick the safest route. But don't want to get lost on a run with no patrol or sweep, either…Continue
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The heroine in one of my upcoming romances (MANHUNTER -- Silhouette Romantic Suspense) is a tracker who lives in the northern Yukon, and for research I’m devouring books on tracking and signs.
Now, when out on my daily runs or Nordic walks, you will find me looking downward, at the ground, watching for cougar,…Continue
This is Oscar, the berry bear. I see him from my office window each day now as he comes to feast on a bush of ripe orange berries across the street. I know he's there when I hear the branches crashing.
And on my runs, I'm coming across one to four bears a day in the woods now, all eating madly and not at all interested…Continue
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