Bearly Surviving by Julius

Even before we bought the 80 acre strip of land across from the ranch a few years back we used to worry about the structure that provides for its only access. An old Bailey bridge designed for getting British tanks across middle European rivers, it had...

It's been more than eleven years since I set out one early spring day, only weeks after we first arrived at the ranch, to try and find a couple of dogs with whom to share our little wilderness paradise. Three hours later, following up on an...

So we have had our 15 minutes of fame. One quiet middle-of-the-week night last month the story of how Kristin and I first came to Wild Bear Lodge (then Grizzly Bear Ranch), turned it into a struggling eco-business, and our on-going efforts to end the grizzly...

I have an overdue confession to make. And it's nothing to do with bear-viewing. On 1st Sept 2012 I crashed my new airplane. I kept fairly quiet about it at the time, though some of you - especially those who have been at the ranch in...

In all the long years I worked as a journalist, I never really worked with television. Once in a while I might be caught on the margins of a wide pan at a well-covered newsy event, and one time my Mum claims (possibly falsely) to have...

Being a bear guide is a grubby business. You spend much of your life crawling around in the wilderness, poking at old bones and sniffing out secrets, and trying not to get eaten by a bigger animal than you. A little bit like politics, then. With...

She was the first wild grizzly bear that Kristin and I ever saw. As we came around a corner one October afternoon just over a decade ago she sat in the middle of a wide trail, so stuffed with apples she could barely move, under the...

We put a lot of effort into revamping the ranch last year. Two new cabins, an extra floor on the main house, and a whole new power and water system. All in all it took eight carpenters and builders nearly five months. Then there was a...

We can't remember a spring like it. It seems that every time we turn a corner we come across another bear. There is a grizzly mum with three yearling cubs that we have seen several times. It might just be the same family of bears we...

As insular as our little world is in this idyllic corner of British Columbia, I realise, of course, that my great backcountry skiing venture - largely a retail event so far - is not exactly headline news. That accolade probably goes to Putin's homophobic extravaganza on...