‘Ain’t that something?’ Memories of Dick Person
I met Dick Person on my first trip to the North in 1994. I was as green as green could be. I hadn’t even been camping since I was a kid, but here I was, setting off for a summer in the bush.
I met Dick Person on my first trip to the North in 1994. I was as green as green could be. I hadn’t even been camping since I was a kid, but here I was, setting off for a summer in the bush.