Chaunigan Lake Lodge...in Nemiah Valley, BC why you ask serene, spectacular landscapes, nestled by snow-capped mountains, pristine waters...a 5,000 feet above sea level paradise...a rock bottom lake absolutely awesome for swimming...canoeing or kayaking...wild rainbow trout...

Intelligent conversation awaits those that see beneath the surface of this man before thee...

Dark and mysterious is the sky...
Hold me close and kiss me goodbye..

A one night stand...comes to mind...a lack of respect to even wish you on your way...to be kissed...the feel of skin on skin...that little blue electric pulse that emanates from one to the other...

Celebrate life...cherish the good times of your uncles life!!

his poem of yours sinks to the truth of the matter between I and a German lady...oceans apart yet we connected every two to three weeks via a radio phone from my wilderness to her Bavarian Home in Germany!!

Why was I born if not to procreate?
Born sterile...thundered my soul into the abyss...
My soul torn cried out into the night...
Little by little I struggled through the planes of time and space...
Became a work-a-holic....
Cancer was my saviour..
Without the disease I would never have found paradise..
Living each day as my last...
The waters clear...
The air pure...
Cleansed my heart and soul...

Unfortunately my first book was a limited edition only 50 copies of which every one is sold!!

I am working on a second "The Man from Chaunigan Lake Wilderness Trails" A Spiritual Journey with Mother Nature...

To be up for grabs next Spring perhaps if I make enough money this season I can print 200 copies!!

Grizzly Encounter
One clear crisp morning as Nick stepped out the door with his dogs Maggie and Jenny he sighed. Where will we go today? He hoisted his camouflaged back pack packed with water, Nature Valley snack bars and various items which included first aid and survival gear. In the small pouch to his left he carried bear bangers and a stainless steel whistle on the right bandages and gauze. He touched the right side of his belt and sure enough a can of bear spray was in its holster along with a six inch hunting knife.
Jenny pranced about eager to be on her way as she attacked her poor sister Maggie trying to get her involved in a chase. All set the trio set out across the beach head and then followed the orange ribbon trail through the campground to the forest service road. Nick never a stickler for trails liked to bushwhack and so he headed across the road and directly into the woods.
A grouse flew from underfoot startling Nick then another and yet another it seemed there were more birds around this spring then in previous years. He picked his way through the pine and spruce trees as he headed in a westerly direction along the slopes of Chaunigan Mountain. Gazing along the forest floor Nick began to see the indentation of a moose’s track and followed along the trail. Kneeling at one particular point he studied the contours of the moose track he brushed his fingers lightly through its expanse noting there were no dried pine or spruce needles laying in the track which indicated that it was a fresh track probably within the last six hours. He could see the sheared tips of new growth where the moose had browsed.
Much to his dismay he heard Jenny begin to bark and knew she had cornered a moose. Nick with Maggie at his heel made their way over several blown down trees and suddenly there appeared a cow moose. Nick stood beyond a blown down pine tree in awe of the huge animal. He immediately began capturing the moose on film as she seemed unperturbed by his presence and continued browsing. He snapped several pictures almost wishing the moment would last longer than it did but then Jenny got too close and with her insistent barking the moose trotted off.
Nick decided he would follow an old drift fence up the west side of the mountain. Here the terrain wasn’t as steep as the frontal ascent and although there was no apparent trail he did find an old deer trail to follow. As Nick climbed further under the canopy of trees he discovered bear sign looking more closely he saw that they were grizzly tracks. He could just make out the indentation of the bears claws ahead of the pad this was the difference between black bear and grizzly tracks. The tracks were rather old a week at the very least and so unperturbed he carried on with his hike.
Nick was definitely in his element he thrived on adventures like today. At home in the bush he never seemed afraid often neighbors and friends had asked why he never carried a gun. Well first off it would be too cumbersome and for what reason really. All the years he had spent in the wilderness the eight or nine bear encounters he had never the need of a gun. A few common sense rules like just stay calm, talk with the bear, always leave the bear an exit, and never come between a sow and her offspring were all that were needed to stay safe.
Nick had a sixth sense when it came to finding his way he never used a global positioning gadget or a compass. If for any reason he seemed unsure he would stop look around and say this is the way to go and off he headed through the woods. He knew where the lake lay, the major trails, the top of the ridge line and the bigger lakes in the area so he was quite confident in his abilities to find his way throughout the area.
He hiked up to the top of Chaunigan Mountain taking in the spectacular view while snacking on a Nature Valley bar which he shared with both Maggie and Jenny a given for they were his family. He rested for five minutes then donned his pack and hiked over the top and began his descent. It was somewhere he had always planned on hiking but never had the chance before to discover.
He heard Jenny barking off in the distance and as he howled for her to return he came around a shoulder of a hillside and with the sun in his eyes wondered what he was seeing. When finally it dawned on him the shape was that of a bear. He raised his hand to shield the sun from his eyes and noticed it wasn’t just one bear but three a sow grizzly and two yearlings. All three bears had their backs to one another in a defensive three pronged stance. Suddenly the sow raised up on her hind legs and huffed a warning. Maggie began to bark while Nick stood still as he absorbed the full implication of the moment. He was just twenty feet away awestruck by the close proximity in which he found himself. Then as he regained his composure he told Maggie to be quiet and backed up slowly. Another warning was huffed in his direction as Nick looked up and now saw one of the yearlings standing on its hind legs mimicking that of the sow grizzly. Nick continued backing up with his eyes glued on the three grizzlies. Once at a safe distance or what he perceived to be safe he quickly snapped a few pictures then began talking with the sow. He said, “Just take your cubs up into the bush so I can get on with my hike.” The sow grizzly dropped to all fours shook her head from side to side then ambled off with her two yearlings in tow. Nick pulled out his bear spray just in case one of the bears changed its mind. He waited as he heard the bears crash though the brush for about a hundred yards before he resumed his hike.
The tension eased from his limbs as he climbed up Chaunigan Hill which lay directly behind Chaunigan Mountain. The view of the mountain ranges laying to the west grabbed his attention. He wondered what adventures lay in their midst as he began his descent. Here unlike the other side of the hill blown down and uprooted trees littered the area. Nick scanned the hillside looking for a way down when it finally dawned on him how lucky he really had been. For at any moment either of the three grizzlies might have attacked him. It was a little unnerving at the time but staying calm avoided a disaster.
He was thinking to himself the trail down to Five Mile Meadow lay somewhere to the right of his position and began climbing over and under the many trees that covered the hillside. Maggie even with her crippling arthritis enjoyed being with Nick. He would pick the easiest route that Maggie and he could do. At certain places they made wide detours from their original course but eventually made their way to the trail. Here they sat and snacked on another of those delicious honey and oat bars. Nick howled for Jenny but as the minutes ticked by he decided to head on back towards Chaunigan Lake.
Nick sat with Maggie to the side of the four by four muddy track which began from the High Road wound its way along the contours of the mountain then descended through a thick spruce grove twisting left and right down to Five Mile Meadow and then followed a fire guard to Tsunia Lake.
Nick stood and looked both ways still no Jenny. Well then off we go he said to Maggie. A twinge in his left knee… then the knee joint popped with a loud crack. Ouch that hurt Nick said to himself as he began hiking back along the muddy track to Chaunigan Lake.

The book is fine to be read by children as well...it has 34 short stories of my adventures just last year around Chaunigan Lake! Interactions with wildlife a few stories of the local characters, photographs and some of my drawings!!! Nick

People would have to friend me on face book to see my art or contact me with a message as how to communicate I have hundreds of drawings from birds, wildlife, nudes an even pornography...for me the more challenging the better I get!!!

I draw....in graphite wonder how you can upload pictures then everyone could see some of my really good ones???

The author lives an extraordinary lifestyle totally alone up at Chaunigan Lake on the Chilcotin Plateau. His cabin lies at 5,000 feet above sea level in a majestic and magical place nestled by snow-capped mountains.

Thanks so much...you know winters I am snowbound for 7 months of the year so lots of opportunity to write , draw and read!!!

Thanks for all the congats thus far....just if it didn't cost so much to print I would have more books out there perhaps the back jacket might give you folks an idea:

The Man from Chaunigan Lake is a collection of real life adventures of the Famous Chilcotin Artist Nick Spoor. Read about the time he encountered the three grizzlies pictured below, a five hundred pound black bear and an enraged cow moose. Learn about the Tribal Land Claim and what it means for the local lodge and neighbors alike. Look at breath taking images of the surrounding lakes and mountains and marvel at his drawings all pictured within these pages.

heart pounding
temperature rising
lips moist
skin on skin
blue electric pulse
warmth
passion ignited

A sultry young lady bent lazily forward revealing the gentle curves of her slim body as I stood transfixed on the sight before me. My heart pounded as the adrenaline flowed through my veins she stood on tippy toes with her short skirt rising precariously higher up her bare thighs...

My new book sold 30 copies in just two hours...wow I was wonder struck at my talent as a descriptive writer and now author. The Man from Chaunigan Lake....34 short stories of my life in a pristine wilderness location on the Chilcotin Plateau where wild horses still roam today!

50+ but certainly look much younger than my actual age...wonder if I still am that handsome man who used to sweep the women off the dance floor?

That's right and now if she would see me here and there would be a connection...yet hell I live in a pristine wilderness setting...maybe with a GPS!!! LOL