A Selection of Kerry's Writing

I went to a large high school in Pittsburgh. The same high school that LaVar Arrington attended. It was a city/suburban school.

I was standing before a group of owners of some timberland. They had asked me to do a timber sale for them and I had.

We’re beginning the story in From My Shelf book store in downtown, center city Wellsboro several weeks ago.

We had planned to take the most northern route across Canada in our Van RV, arriving at the Vancouver Airport in time to take the one-a-day flight to Bella Bella, a village midway up the B.C. coast…

Many years ago, after I had moved back to Tioga County, I began to get cougar sightings from folks I met.

So…you like the idea of horse logging your land? Last winter was absent much of a winter. It was wet, mushy and muddy much of the time.

This was a trip with Sweet Juanita (you may know her as Janet). So…it was not to be the normal grunt trip in which we simply jump into sea kayaks and disappear into the cold waters of the North Pacific.

I slipped outside in the dark in the early AM and took it in. The moon early this morning was full or damn close to it.

In some ways I am reluctant to say much about what we are doing to stay sane (and healthy) in this extremely crazy time of the virus.

Over the past 15 years or so, I’ve been invited several times to present the show “What is Real and What is Not Real”, a program about the cougar, at the annual Seneca Pow Wow near Hearts Content, above the Allegheny River.

In late December of 2019, China had 7 cases of serious pneumonia in a place called Wuhan.

The banging on the front door began at about 10:10 PM on the evening of Wednesday, Feb. 6th. I was in bed, asleep and Janet was reading.

This was a trip to bring the 3 branches of our family together in one place, the rural village of Los Barriles, north of Cabo on the Sea of Cortez…

We have a migration going on at this moment. It has been happening for some time now, picking up in the 90s.

To the Editor: Gayle Morrow’s Ridgerunner’s View article of October 2nd, titled “It’s Later than we think” brought to mind the following…

Some of you may think that perhaps you’ve read this some time in the past. If so, chances are you probably have…at least parts of it.

I am an observer though, and see time and place swiftly overtaking us.

We came here around 33 years ago and raised our children in this rural, healthy environment. It was all about quality of life. It still is.

It was back to basics this year…a “grunt trip,” but with a twist.

I had always enjoyed that song, and the possibility of kayaking the biggest lake in the world around the only island in the lower 48 with native wolves and moose.

I’ve been through many winters now and I still live back in the woods on top of a mountain and I still enjoy the whole thing, including hunting the deer on my land.

Most of my adult life (and some of my not-so adult life), I’ve lusted for areas of the earth’s surface where there is little of man’s evidence.