Home is an interesting word. I can mean the place you live, the building in which you reside, or the place you come from. Vancouver is my home….but my home town in Prince George and, though it once was home, it is not my home now. But the Cabriboo Chilcoton still has a feeling of home that I can’t quite explain.
I love my coastal home and its mountains, and I think it will always be my home, but there is something about getting up onto the plateau in this part of the world that has a sense of home that will never go away.
The sky seems a little larger. The rivers a little muddier (at this time of year anyway). The bridges a little more interesting and historical…
…and the sidehill gouger seems to be doing well on that topography…. 🙂
We drove from William’s Lake out to Hanceville, Alexis Creek, and a few other very small communities to take stock of the landscape and talk about next steps to inform exploration better.
And when we were done, we turned back and headed to Prince George and, as we got closer and closer, the smoke from wildfires in the north were chocking the light out of the day.
Lots of driving, lots of sunshine, and air that feels like it came out of a blast furnace.
It’s hard to believe that it’s May.
