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Musings About the Land: Wells Gray Provincial Park

I took the day off, loaded up my bike and headed out into the backcountry yesterday.

I had a wonderful day at Wells Gray Park, it is one of the largest provincial parks in BC and it’s so beautiful. It has many waterfalls of all shapes and sizes; I only saw a couple of them.

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First I just drove through the park along the main road all the way to the very end, as far as you can drive a car into. Which stops along Clearwater Lake, it really has clear water! It also falls into a stunning waterfall and is like a mini Niagara Falls; especially the view from the top, the lake just suddenly DROPS, falls and then becomes a river, its awesome.

Then I headed back about half way through the park to a trail that had stood out to me while looking at the map. It is a loop trail that runs through what used to be an old settlers farm back in the day but was donated to the park ages ago.
You can go past the old barn and farm house that have been left to go back to the land, and see where… Continue reading

Musings About the Land: Forests

Musings About the Land: Forests

I love the forests here; in the part of the world I make my home, I love British Columbia’s forests. Let me tell you about four of them.

I love the Monashee Mountains, and the Kettle River Valley.
This forest is mostly aspen and spruce, some pine, some larch. The conifers vie for greatness in height and color as though competing in a tree-ish beauty contest. Which shades of green on brown do you prefer?
The aspen’s leaves show the light of the sun through a delicate skin. These white-barked trees shiver, shake and shimmy, the leaves dance and branches sway.
This forest is always moving, rushing, rustling, and racing along. Driven by the air, blown by the wind, enchanted with bird song. A forest filled with birds, butterflies, bugs and moths.
This is a forest of Light and Air, a forest that springs forth from brown earth and grey shale, stretching outwards, away from the mountainside. Barely clinging to rocky faces. Seeming to leap away from the land, reaching for the sky. Chasing the birds. Worshipping the Sun.
The quivering canopy above me a testament to the divinity of Wind and Light.

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