Yesterday, C and I pointed the car west and began to climb out of the Okanagan valley up, up, and up the Coastal mountain range for what seemed like an awfully long time. Driving my large 4-wheel drive often means that open windows leave little room for conversation, however air conditioning leaves us dying for fresh air. So, when we were two hours driving, I spied a little turn off and a little dirt road which promised a lake.
Look at those inviting clouds showing the way. Can you blame us?
About two km down the road and there it was. A perfect little lake in the middle of meadows set about with wild flowers.
We stopped the car, got out and decided we needed a walk around. How glorious and warm the day was.
The crickets were chirping, the red-winged blackbirds singing, the swallows swooping above the water where a loon was diving, and, every so often, a lake trout jumped for a fly and landed with a gentle “glop” sound and perfectly circular ripples.
We walked and then we sat and took it all in for a long time.
And then, we hit that interminable highway again.
Sharing with Mary at Mosaic Monday