“The last wendigo died in 1962, or so the story goes. Reputedly, he (it?) stood in front of the train to Churchill, Manitoba, believing that the train would stop for him, a supernatural being, and then he would be able… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
Generous in spirit, richly poetic, and packed with memorable characters. — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“...there were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world, and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“A few years later, in Inukjuak, I learned that SFU is the Inuit texting acronym for "snowmobile fucked up," and that POOS is the… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
After a day on Mykines, I changed my mind about life not going on. A sort of life was going on, beating with a… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“Another day I walked out of town to do a bit of climbing in the mountains behind the airport. I scrambled up and down… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“The last wendigo died in 1962, or so the story goes. Reputedly, he (it?) stood in front of the train to Churchill, Manitoba, believing… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
Travel is the realm of the impossible adventures, the quick fix, the ship passing in the night. It entitles you to meet interesting people,… — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
