I've lost count of the days now....

but, eventually, we left Kaslo and hit the road again. We were officially on our way home now, though we were going to take our time getting there. It was sad to leave our friends...and the bears...and the beautiful space they all share. We followed our friend's directions to see the Kokanee spawning and maybe, just maybe, see a Grizzly Bear feasting on fish.

It was a beautiful drive, and though we hung around for quite a while, we did not see any Grizzlies....maybe next year, eh?

We did see lots of Kokanee....

lots and lots and lots of Kokanee. Did I mention lots? Of Kokanee? Like, lots...a whole lot...a big mess of fish. You have no idea. None. Really.

Later, we found ourselves on this lovely lake, Trout Lake...on the northern end of it. It was quiet and coming on time to find a place to stop for the night.

So we made a couple of stops to check out the surroundings, and take in the last warm rays of the afternoon.

We found an old, um, driveway? I do not know what else to call it. Yup. Let's call it a driveway, okay? So we drove on down it.

And here we found ourselves a private campground...not meaning privately owned but just plain private. Room for us and us alone. A beach, a dock, a firepit, a picnic table made from salvaged wood....someone industrious spends good time here in the summer. We thank them kindly for all their labour.

There was the remains of this old rock cabin here, hence the driveway, I suppose.

And a little barn or shed tucked back into the woods.

Pretty cool.

Okay...look at this...can you see what I see?

Look hard. Can you see it? It's called remoteness. Isolation. Wilderness. Wildness. Clarity.
Breathe it in.

You don't get this everyday.

Savour it.

Taste it.

Not a single house, not a single house light, not one car, not a headlight, or campfire, or boat, or camper, or tent...well, besides ours.

What a way to spend the night. Really. I can't begin to tell you.

We've only got a couple days left now.