And under the goretex and rain pants and waterproofed boots, woollies stuffed into a pocket…These pose so nicely but are meant to be used! Not just another pretty project to sit and not earn its keep.
One of us is recovering from events, and one of us is preparing for events so we had to re-think how we did our little getaway this fall. Given all the factors, not the least being that we would conceivably run into snow, definitely run into rain, and if we were lucky enjoy crisp, cold autumn weather, we ended up renting this.
I dubbed her “Three Tonne Tilly”. Notice the fact that the back of the truck sits a wee bit lower than the front. Tilly is a heavy-set girl. After years of tenting and backpacking, driving and staying in this lovely truck and camper was like navigating a boat. And yes, it is about three tonnes of equipment. When we changed lanes on the highway there was a distinct “sway” from side to side, and we felt like hollering “land ahoy” when we spotted a Tim Hortons for a coffee break. But so grateful, because we were able to have a real escape to the mountains, in comfort and out of the rain. (The snow started the day after our return to the Lower Mainland, though in the Kootenays it could be smelled in the air.)
It was a slower paced two weeks in the Kootenays. We didn’t get to the elevations we usually head to, nor did we trek the distances we have in the past. And yet despite this, or actually because of this I suspect, it was a wonderful trip, restoring energy, allowing for some quiet out of the city, and for some significant encounters with friends. We renewed an old and dear acquaintance along the way, and had tea and meals with other good friends. Really good.
Of course I knit! The parking lot at Manning Park. Best place to sit in the sun and dodge the Grey Jays and Clarks Nutcrackers, birds with attitude who kept waiting for us to drop bits of food for them.
We did a fair bit of this…
And this is why we do what we do. Kokanee Glacier Park, in the Kootenays. On a very crisp, clear day. (The clouds just passed on by.) No people but us. To lay directly on the ground and just listen to the wind, these are some of the things I am very grateful for.
I go about pitying myself
While I am carried by
Across the Sky
There have been a lot of versions of this short poem around, slightly paraphrased. It is one of those ubiquitous sayings that you see in new age bookstores and I have actually seen it attributed to all sorts of different sources. I honestly wonder if it is really a Chippewa song. This version is from a book of poetry, a collection of writings about the natural world. I don’t really care where it originates. And hopefully it doesn’t suffer from over use. I just rather like it.
(Mount Baker area, just off the side of the road.)
My teacher also says, with a certain frequency, that the Buddhas and Ancestors are always present in the world, helping all beings. And there is nothing that we can do about that.
I rather like to hear that too.
Grant and I are off to spend a bit of time out in the woods, I have my travel knitting packed. (Socks, lots of sock knitting. The holidays are coming and there are some in my acquaintance that appreciate the hand knit socks. That makes it very easy to knit for them.)