I have had a blog post brewing for awhile now, but it’s one of those hard ones that doesn’t want to come out on its own. I am never sure how to start things off when I haven’t said much in awhile.
When I was going through my Google photos, I was smiling so much and thinking of all the images and stories that come to my head when I am reminded of the things I think important enough to take a photo of. These are moments that strike me as particularly interesting, serendipitous, or just plain funny. I see the way I use photos to communicate with everyone in my life. Rather than spending a lot of time waxing poetic, I would like to invite you to a pictorial update of life here in BC, via my phone photos.
This is Alwin Holland. It’s one of my favorite places to go. In the middle photos you can see one of the tea cups, or tea kettles, whatever they call them. We come down here with our fur sons, and sometimes our real children too. It’s spectacularly beautiful and it’s not too far of a walk from our house.
Sometimes the mist sits on the river and it’s so insanely beautiful you just want to take a million photos but it’s never as good as it looks in real life. About this time, we were playing HayDay and nerding it up pretty good as farmers. We were doing some volunteer hours at the ski hill and we literally ran across this possible mine site (not really) with a free shovel and axe just hanging around there. If you play hayday, and you had a nerd sister in Ontario that would find it funny, you would send it to her. Then the three of you would laugh like idiots and feel that warm burny feeling when people you care about are very far away.
This was the epic visit to the Liard Hot Springs. I mean, look at the photos. It’s bloody magical, isn’t it?
I don’t need to tell you much about it, but you might try it in -27 degree weather. Don’t feel bad if you chicken out the first night because it’s really dark and cold, and you are afraid you will freeze to death on the walk back to the waiting van. The good news is that you do survive to tell the tale, and there is nudity involved.
I would say this series accurately sums up a few weeks we had in January. It was very cold indeed, and there was a lot of beautiful sights. We felt victorious that we made it outside each day. I am told we had a ‘Kelowna Winter’ this year, and I believe that’s probably so. I’m not complaining. I have 3 seasons until WINTER IS COMING again.
The last set and the ones below are on another path I take to the river. I like to hang out there because it’s beautiful, and peaceful and it’s a great hike. I love the rushing brooks, the waterfall, and the views of the mighty Peace River. One the way back up the hill, there are all kinds of rusted out old cars laying in various states of decomposition. I always look at those cars and think about how they got there, and if there are any good shady stories.
Sometimes I fill my backpack with light wood, firestarters, a beer, and I hike to the river. You can hunker down at the river and have yourself a wee fire to do some sort of ceremonial cleansing, or just to roast weenies…whatever you like. The river bed is full of all kinds of beautiful rocks, and if you know me, you know I love me some rocks.
We’ve been making the soap. Maybe he’s mentioned it? Anyhow, we have been blowing through the supplies we inherited in our soapmaking score. We have created some cool combinations and we are pretty excited for it to hurry up and cure. I guess we have another 3 weeks to wait, but someone already pulled some of the cut ‘endsies’ and put it in the bathroom. This would be the soapmaking equivalent of opening your first present in November.
I like to send my sister back in Ontario a semi-daily snapshot of how things are going. Some days I like my hair and I send her a nice photo, but most days she gets the real me. I’m including them because they are funny, and they remind me that it’s a lot easier to stay in touch with people than it used to be. Also, today is my sisters birthday, so it’s nice to think of her celebrating today.
In other news, the ski hill stuff has been really fun. We’ve enjoyed our volunteer time so much we are committed to stepping up even more next year. It’s starting to look like we are going to productive members of society after all.
I wanted to make a note about the weather. The next two series were taken on the same weekend, a day apart. One day I was looking at a frozen tundra wasteland of ice and snow, and gray for miles.
The next day I was sitting in the lotus position overlooking a valley view of a mountain-fed, emerald green river. There is natural steam vents here which make the earth warm and relaxing to lay on. The hike in was pretty hairy, and the descent to the view was a bit perilous, but totally worth it in the end. I have enjoyed every day of spectacular views here. The feeling of being closer to the land is the feeling of coming home.
I walk a lot here. I have put few hundred kilometers on the blue suede shoes I picked up at the thrift store before Christmas. They are awesome to hike in because they are extremely rugged and comfortable. When I bought them, the lady at the thrift thought they were so hideous she slashed the price to less than half. Those blue suede shoes don’t owe me a dime.
That’s all I’ve got for now. So long from the other side.