Author Archives: Donna Coulson

Haggarty Creek gurgles and frolics down the ravine.  Peace reigns.  The lodgepole pines whisper in the gentle breeze.  A grey squirrel chatters like a crabby old man.  A shiny green hummingbird hovers nearby. Five hundred cubic centimeter engine beneath me, all four of my low pressure, high traction knob tires grabbing at every rock, my … Continue reading »