The canoe slipped easily onto a gently sloping sandy beach fronting a park in the town of Prescott, Ontario. It was a warm Friday night at the end of June 1967. My friend Don and I were traveling from Montreal to Toronto and had been on our journey for about two weeks. It was a warm evening and we were somewhat tired from our day on the river. We’d encountered some strong currents to paddle against. Before starting our mealtime preparations, we decided to relax for a while. Read More
Volume 19, Number 110, August/September 2016 Hairy Giants by Lois Kromhoff
In the forests, on the mountains,
near gigantic cliffs and caves,
live the hairy, scary sasquatch,
out of sight.
They are big and strong and smelly.
They are known to be a fright.
You will never, ever see one,
(but you might).