Jan Bono’s Blog

A funny thing happened after I successfully crossed the Capilano Suspension Bridge a couple weeks ago. I suddenly became fearless (at least temporarily!). At the far end of the bridge, there’s another concession stand, picnic tables, restrooms, and signposts pointing...

A rocking and rolling mass of humanity moved almost in lockstep across the 460-foot Capilano Suspension Bridge. Staying to the right in each direction, there’s just enough room to pass the line of lemmings headed the opposite way. A feeling of drunkenness prevails....

“Whose crazy idea was this?” I muttered to myself. I had passed the point of no return before I noticed that the walkway was definitely one-way, and there was absolutely no going back. I noted the "deer in the headlights" look from a few others in front of me and knew...

I felt like I was returning to “the scene of the crime” two weeks ago when I revisited the Capilano Suspension Bridge, after a shame-faced absence of 24 years. (See previous blog post.) Twenty-four years—two and nearly a half decades—had changed almost everything, and...

Twenty-four years ago, I traversed the 460 feet long and 230 feet high Capilano Suspension Bridge just north of Vancouver, British Columbia. It was, shall we say, not my finest hour. Nevertheless, I wrote a column about my experience for the Chinook Observer, and I’m...

The 2014 Gray’s Harbor County Fair opens today in Elma and runs through Sunday. Forty-five years ago, in 1969, I was there when my cousin’s 4H “Scramble Calf” won “Grand Champion.” A year earlier, my cousin had been lucky enough to beat out several dozen other 4Hers...