First in the two-part series ‘Spring in Italy’ “Let’s have a picnic. Maybe whoever picked up your pack will come back.” “Right,” I responded caustically, “to...
I survived the Road to Hana! by Gerry Feehan “…I’ve done enough beach holidays to fill a leaky bucket. Watching overweight tourists in undersized beach wear (throngs...
I was navigating a black-diamond run at the end of our last day in Whistler. The path dropped through a steep mogul-field then narrowed to a...
The news from Louisiana is often hurricanes, burst levees and the dangerous streets of New Orleans. What we’ve discovered down South has been unreserved hospitality. A...
BOULDER HUT by Gerry Feehan I asked the pilot where we were bound. “Boulder Hut” he said. “Where’s that?” I queried. “Twelve minutes that way,” he...
Turks and Caicos – The Road Less Travelled I once had political aspirations. It was the early 1980s. A federal election was brewing. At the same time...
by Gerry Feehan You would not want to go on an RV trip with me. Plans are inevitably last minute and unpredictable. An innocuous road sign...
