Three cups of coffee.
Two roadside urine stops.
One beautiful mountain range.
Trillions of snowflakes blanketing the caps.
Smithers.
I could hear the voices of the past.
Or was that just a car passing.....who knows.
And what satiates oneself more than finding the biggest of...something....anything. Well, on the way to Smithers everyone is profusely lucky enough to witness the Worlds Largest Fly Fishing Rod.
Moon Venus encounter. More below.
Close encounter; moon/venus proximity peak of the year (could I be understating this and really mean decade...?)
Me, carving up some herbivorous delight while breaking eardrums with my version of birdsong.
Here we sit on the second of our two hiking trails. Behind us, again, the town of Smithers and the Babine Mountain Range. This is the exact moment (I believe, at least) that I got too much sun this day!
The same mountains, but now at sunset. The last glimmer of day wastes its time on the protruding peaks of the mountains, leaving only shadows and birdsong to quell our desires of sunlit faces.
We went on a couple of hiking trails, this being the first. Where we reached the cliff we could see a panoramic view of Smithers proper, the periphery of nature and of course the mountains in the background.
Crystal bought a new knife (finally). Now I am worried. I sleep less. I wake earlier.
4 comments:
Hey! Glad you enjoyed Smithers. I've been living here for 32 years and am not leaving any time soon.
Zanstorm, sorry I have not responded. I took a brief hiatus from blogging and just noticed your post. Smithers is an absolutely wonderful place, worthy of many visits (and I assure you that you are lucky for living there). Glad you like it! Ill return with hiking boots in hand (or, on feet)
the billion years old geology
Hmmmm.... Lets not get excited and exaggerate ! Most of the rock units in the area are 50 M to 250 M years old. Dont know of any PreCambrian in the area. Rapitan
Rapitan,
Yes - Billions should have been millions! Thanks.
T
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