Found high up in the BC mountain ranges it was sort of like driving right through a postcard. Traveling on this narrow road with mountain ranges all around and steep valleys far below you feel vulnerable and exhilarated at the same time. Clutching the wheel as the car rounds curve after curve but also a sense of freedom, of letting go with each new twist and turn.
The scars of the mountainside seem visible today. A rock slide that has scraped the mountain clean of all trees but left one standing alone to carry on and start its own forest again and purple blackened colour of burnt forests left to decay and rebuild themselves. And peaks and valleys, peaks and valleys one after another, after another each one leaving me speechless in their beauty.
Fall winds that pull the leaves from branches, they swirl and twist in a whirl of colour all around a sense of peace and amazement. How do you capture this?
The sun peeking out, it s rays hitting the intense yellow leaves in just the right way causing the leaves to shimmer like thousands of tiny lights twinkling and then the moment is gone
The smells of this fall road fill all your senses. The amazing smell of decaying leaves, fires somewhere in the distance and the earthy smell that accompanies this early fall.
The colours on this road, dark evergreen with patches of bright yellow. A natural quilt of colour through the forest back drop
So many moments of awe, magnificent, unbelievable, calm, excitement, joy, elation and respect for this great province, this earth
This road, this fall, this story