Remembering an early morning at the rest area looking over Pinto Lake in the Chilcotin calms me. The whispering silence! The air; pine-scented, fresh and clean, with just a hint, a remembrance of road dust! The slight chill in the shadows, and the gentle warmth of the early sun! The road ahead, the road back; been there, going to go there, and it will all be good! Ah!
|Morning sunlight on birch|
There will be more mornings like this. And sunny afternoons. And sunsets over Georgia Strait. Yes, the road ahead looks good.
9 more days and I'll be on the ferry.