|Crossing the Chilcotin. Photo from 2010.|
|A flattish spot on the Bella Coola hill. 2010, with smoke.|
Part of the time, I'll be camping, with no access to the internet, or, in places, even to a cell-phone signal. I'll log in here when I can, store photos and stories when I can't. And I'll be back the first of September, in plenty of time for Rock Flipping Day.
When I pulled my suitcase out of its storage space, it tore the spider web it was attached to, and the owner came out to complain.
|"Hey! That was my house! I built it with my own spinnerets!"|
Yes. It's about time I got moving.