Del Barber

Del Barber

I am the son of a draft dodger. I grew up in southern Manitoba, balanced on the line that separates town from country. My heroes wielded hockey sticks and fishing rods. I was and still am reckless in everything that I pursue.

I woke up one morning at 19-years-old and I began to run. Any train, bus, road or trail, fuelled my desire to see more at whatever cost. I traded my athletic heroes for writers that died young. I chased Jack Kerouac’s ghost across the continent, working dozens of jobs to get there. I planted trees in northern B.C.,... more