Yukon-Ho!
I moved up to the Yukon in the fall of 1998. I was a fresh teacher scheduled to work as an assistant with Bob Sharp on his ‘Experiential Science’ Outdoor Education program. Upon meeting Bob Sharp, I quickly met the…
I moved up to the Yukon in the fall of 1998. I was a fresh teacher scheduled to work as an assistant with Bob Sharp on his ‘Experiential Science’ Outdoor Education program. Upon meeting Bob Sharp, I quickly met the…
Hanging by his fingertips, his wet-suit booted feet scrambling on the wet crumbly rock of the cliff face, the man screamed and wailed in a pretty, melodic language that I did not speak (Spanish? Maybe Italian?). Twenty feet below him…
I had been kayaking for about a year and Leanne had just started…she had a new demo kayak that she was testing down the Tatshenshini. In the middle of the Big C she flipped and wasn't able to roll and…
This past spring Bob was down to pick up a bus and a trailer and some packrafts... So I took a couple of days off work to roll with him and shuttle trailers…we were rolling to Edmonton with a trailer,…
In my memories I got to know Bob in 1993 at the Tat, where we camped at the parking spot to run the upper Tat in hard-shell canoes, to train for the long trip to dry bay. Bob was there…
It was a beautiful summer day, one of the nicer weekends out at Tat camp, and it was going to be a busy one. It was nearing the end of the salmon run and the eddies and shorelines were littered…
When I was a teenager, I got the opportunity to work for Tat X as a guide. That summer introduced me to the rafting and river world and also to Bob Daffe. Over the years I was lucky enough to…