The Highs, the Lows, and the Midway Point Between

The thing about mountains, something I think I discussed before, is that they are huge. They are huge and overwhelming, they are all over the place in BC (and I do mean this; basically wherever you turn, you can see a mountain), and they cause a lot of difficulty for cell phone service and Wi-Fi.

Who knew, right?

While that is not the whole reason for the lateness of this blog post, it’s probably a good 70% of the reason. Because since my last update, Michael and I have been up mountains, down mountains, in valleys, in parks, in peninsulas, and completely isolated from the world. It’s been an interesting experience; although not completely alien. Because we have so much family in BC (the most besides Saskatchewan), I’ve traveled to BC practically every year. It’s, hm, almost a second home to me, although I cannot decide how much of that is the proximity to the ocean, the family that I am staying with, or just my own connection with the mountains. I suppose I might never know. It’s likely a combination of the three.

If the mountains themselves are not a new experience, at least driving through them is. Driving through mountains is FUN. I honestly do not know how much of that is sarcastic and how much is serious because it is both entertaining and engaged and at times harrowing and nail biting. The mountains are not straight slopes: they are curving, windy roads where the speed limit changes about twenty times in an afternoon (and they do mean it when they say slow down). You never know what’s beyond the next turn, if a river will turn up, or if you’re about to drive through a mountain where your construction-savvy brother gasps because he knows how much work that takes. You go through snow, rain, wind, and sun, and there are rocky walls like Ontario, and fog like my home. Sometimes, you cannot pull over no matter how much you’d like to because there is a cliff feet away from your right side, and if someone hits you, everyone is about to meet their Maker.

it’s fun. Honest.

Since our last meeting, Michael and I have gone to Radium Hot Springs, Creston, Slocan Park, Kelowna, and are now sticking it out in Vancouver until this afternoon where we hope to catch a ferry to Victoria. A very nice lady we met at the Hot Springs who was from Victoria said we shouldn’t have a problem with the ferries, so I’m trusting both her and the Lord on the ease of our afternoon. (There is something about sitting around in a hot spring that makes people very friendly. We chatted with people from all over North America; it was really quite wonderful.)

I like the forests of BC; both Creston and Slocan Park are really quite green, and our meals with our amazing cousins at Slocan Park were all grown from the area (which, to a Newfoundlander, is unheard of, and practically a miracle). We helped harvest nuts at Creston (did you know almonds and walnuts have two shells? Yeah, neither did we; or that the outer one was so gross to peel), and if we went in a circle in either of these places, there was at least two mountains within view. Kelowna is in the Okanagan Valley, which means mountains surround you and the lake in the centre of the valley. Also, many many vineyards.

And Vancouver is by the ocean!!!!!! I have missed the ocean so, but it is bittersweet because this is not my ocean. This is the Pacific Ocean; and until you’ve been to both, you won’t understand what I say when I say the two smell very different. It is not my sharp, salty Atlantic that feel like home; this one is warm and green and smells like life. It’s wonderful, but not quite right.

20151102_113708 (This is UBC’s view, btw.)

By tomorrow, we should be on an island. I cannot wait.


Oh. Yeah. I met a mule too. Or a donkey; Mike and I couldn’t figure it out. Thoughts?

God bless!

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