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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
For most of us remembering the good old days takes us back to somewhere between our 10 th and 30 th birthdays -

Do we look back  because life was any easier then.? Not to us it wasn’t - school work, homework, chores, parents, getting a job.

No, we look back because we remember  the good times with our friends, our first love, our many ‘adventures’,  the sense of security.

We now have a greater understanding of how less complicated life used to be - no bills, no mortgage, no kids, no down sizing, no mad cow (etc).

We remember it as a simpler time  - the age of discovery, the birth of dreams., our strive for freedom.

If I could return in time and relive those days would I? I don’t think so

But on a warm summer day I still like to lay down on a quiet grassy knoll, stare up at the blue sky, watch the fluffy clouds float by -  and drift away to the “good ol’ days.”
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This new homestead is where Lin and I, 20 years later, would join them and begin our new adventure of living with the “last of the pioneers”.
Uncle Stan used to call the pioneers the “hippies” of their time. Rebelling against the establishment of their eras they packed what they could carry and set out in search of personal freedom and hopefully a more fulfilling life.
.In 1931, discouraged by a string of bad crops and encouraged by friends they loaded what tools and belongings they could carry and headed north to the as yet undeveloped Peace Country.
Although the train went as far as Spirit River the last 30 miles was by horse and wagon through the ruts and mud of a slashed out bush trail. (more details under
About Us/ history).
Such was the case with my grandfather. Unhappy with the status quo in England after WW1 he headed for the open spaces of western Canada. He first settled just north of Calgary where he began farming. Grandmother joined him soon after.
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