September 8, 2016
I am sitting on the banks of the mighty Fraser River about one kilometre south of the city of Lillooet, British Columbia. It is historically a naturally arid climate but that does not stop the large storm clouds from passing high overhead.
It is a cooler than expected day but the clouds are a substantial part of it. Without them I am certain it would be several degrees warmer.
I am going to take a walk down to the river and continue this entry from there.
Further up one of the contributing rivers I came upon what could only be described as a rock hunter’s paradise. By design, be it Man or nature, the peninsula where these two waters meet is buried in a wide variety of stone. I see remnants of milky quartz, iron, jade, to name but a very few. Amazing. I found two stones that I desired, a large milky quartz and a stone in the shape of a young person’s foot. They are coming home with me for my collection.
Supper and it is watery looking coffee and beans again for me. The coffee is digestible and the beans, well let’s just say that many a camping trip in the past would have been better if I had a gel fueled folding stove. Hot beans in maple syrup are far tastier than cold ones.
My campsite is twenty-three paces long by thirteen paces wide, at the most. It is bordered on one side by suman and a few small bushes that look like trees standing about twenty-five feet high on the west. On the east is a large bush with red berries that spans about ten paces.
The clouds above travel north-west to the south, the trees therefore only provide limited shade in the mid to late afternoon. The bugs are persistent, they tickle my hair, buzz around my face and crawl everywhere.
My view from my chair is of a mass we would call a foothill in Alberta. I have not researched it by name, I only know that one of the two local tribes live on the evening side of it. I can also see a very tall pine tree, in fact looking around I can see at least thirteen varieties of tree and five shrub species. I can not begin to name them all except pine, willow, cedar and sumac.
The roar of the Fraser River and its tributary almost rival the nearby highway. In the moments without vehicles I can hear the water rushing over the rocks near the peninsula.
The sun is setting behind the ridge on which the city branches up to, probably where it once began, giving it sunlight from dawn until dusk.
The hills are covered with trees and while this provides a magnificent garden contrast to the desert-like conditions it is not without risk. I passed at least one large swath that has been burned last fall in a wildfire. Mother Nature apparently took pity on the people of the area by delivering it above average rain fall this year. The hills appear to be much greener than I remember them from three years ago.
I should grab my things and head for a nice walk across the bridge.
Evening – I have found a most beautiful spot near the river. They have built a meandering stream for migrating salmon. It is on the shore opposite the horribly loud veneering plant.
I stopped for a few minutes to speak with a beaver. My talent for talking to animals includes moose and beaver and I knew I could talk to deer and ravens; perhaps I have more nature spirit in me than I originally thought.
It is twenty minutes before eight at night, I wonder what time the plant shuts down, surely there is not enough demand for veneer to run a full day and night.
It is dark now, I must head back to camp and start a fire.
Night – Fire wood burns very quickly here, perhaps it is the lower elevation compared to Nordegg. I am considering a trip up into Lillooet tomorrow, maybe even to one of those taverns for some socializing. Then again, maybe not. It is surprising in a way that there are no women seeking love online from the city or perhaps they use another service than I do.
I just posted an update on Facebook, my first in over forty-eight hours. I forgot to buy coffee at the store, maybe I will do it in town tomorrow at the grocery store instead. I do not want to leave, but alas this adventure will end and I will return to my prison in Nordegg. I mean that in the metaphorical sense, the limitation of times I must get out and explore and with the onset of winter I’ll be indoors most of the time. I think there are only about five people in this entire campground who are younger than me. It is aimed at retirees. I need to figure out a plan how to be one of them by sixty.
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