from Kamloops

We took the Hope-Princeton Route home, a long and scenic drive through the mountains from Kamloops. It is fall...no better time for it. I don't know the name of this lake but it will forever marked in my mind as "the green lake." When we are in our nineties, I will turn to Michael and say, "Honey, do you remember that green lake?" and he will turn me and say, "How could I ever forget that green lake? Wasn't it beautiful?"
The Thompson River from up above...what a long and winding road through the mountains. The poor orange van labouring along at the mind boggling speed of 30k sometimes...on the curves were all these caution signs telling us to slow down. We laughed at every one of them. As if...we'd have to speed up to hit their slow speed...and cold? Yippur, it was a cold drive for a while. We love our van...we do. But sometimes, two pairs of socks, our warmest boots, and three layers of clothes isn't even enough. That's when we long for a real heater in there... and maybe a real stereo.
Look at that sky, would ya? Wow. And all those logs piling up at the end of this lake(name also unknown). You could walk all the way to the other side of the lake on this log jam.
Whiskey Jack... ...........also known as a Camp Robber. Some folks don't like them much. I love creatures with this much bravado. They make my heart beat fierce and I feel something akin to falling in love. Actually, in all honesty, most of the time we are outdoors exploring, I feel that mad rush of endorphins...a giddy-head-over-heels feeling I equate to being, or falling, in love. Watching the salmon in the river knots my stomach and I ache for them on their journey. I am deeply and wholeheartedly honoured to have this bird sit on my hand...to be in communion with something more in tune with nature than I am. I can be overwhelmed with my own emotions, which is not always an easy way to live a life, but I am more than grateful for that response in times like these.
Joffree Lake and glaciers...these glaciers are there all year round, even in the summer, though I believe they are shrinking. These lakes are glacier fed, cold and deep, green as a jewel. I didn't know which picture I liked more so,
I put them both up. Well, now, we didn't stop too much after this. We stopped in Whister, but not much there worth photographing...besides, we will all be sick of the sight of it by 2010!!! The road out of Whistler was hell, under construction all the way into Vancouver, so there wasn't much opportunity to stop. It worked out well that way, as we just made the 7 o'clock ferry anyway. One more stop and we'd have missed it. So there you have it...another roadtrip...
Thanks, Tod and Cara, for the advise...I did load up the car with neighbours and dogs and head up to the hills for a hike. It is sunny after days of gloom and grey...the moss was like blankets of down beneath our feet and the air was clean and fresh. Came home and photos loaded...though I still haven't found my 10-key, I guess that just means it will keep until tomorrow. I have a special treat chilling in the fridge for tonight...I will post pictures tomorrow of a recipe that Martha might like to know about, as long as you all don't tell her, cuz Martha can kiss my ass....did I just say that?!?
Feeling much better now!!!! Thanks for bearing with me!