As a small child on Read Island I was not overly concerned by the fact that wildlife of every kind made the island their home. I knew that predators such as cougars and black bears also roamed the forests on the island but I was not particularly concerned. What really gave me concern was the dark. I can remember that after turning the light out in my room at night I would dive under the covers. And of course you had to be especially careful about putting you legs over the bed as you never knew what malevolent creature living there might attack. I can still feel the tingles of terror run up and down my spine as I went on errands outside after dark. It was sometime later that certain happenings beyond my imagination awakened in me a fear for some of the wild animals that lived on our island.
There was a time when a man was free to be what ever he wished to be. My dad chose that freedom by becoming a "Gypo" Logger. This blog is based on stories of the life and times of his son as influenced by that spirit of freedom.
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