Ever so slightly out of focus…


But you know what? So am I a good deal of the time! (Ever so slightly out of focus, that is.)

Its when one is taking pictures of wildlife that the skill of the professional photographer is obvious. Despite a recent class, (which was pretty good actually) I still managed to set things up so that the camera  wanted to take a great picture of the nest, rather than the inhabitants of said nest. Still, not too bad for a stop by the side of the road, an awkward fumble for the camera, and then a few minutes of wonder, listening to these two chortle and squeak at each other. They were quite vocal, and it was just as much fun watching and listening than anything else.

From Highway 8, between Merritt and Lytton. A trip to get cat litter. (Amongst other things. When you have to drive to the amenities you take a list. )



The Ghosts of Many Miners and Horses May be Travelling This Old Road


It could have been a better photo. I didn’t pause to think about putting it up on the blog, just thought it was interesting when I went for a short hike in the park in the Fraser Canyon. Its spring walking, the ground is pretty mushy and there is a fair bit of snow left, so it wasn’t what one could call a real hike. A good hour and a bit of exploring before heading down and meeting a good friend in the Lytton Hotel for a deep fried lunch.


These signs gladden the heart of a walker. Good old brown trail signs, typical of BC Parks. This should prove to be a good spring and summer to explore.


Just past the turn around point. Wet feet, oh well. Better prepared next time.

Settling in for a Day or Two

It’s nice to hunker down for a day or two when on the road. Makes a change from packing and unpacking, even with our little systems of organization in place. Dear friends offer the use of their remote cabin. This is the view from the deck.


We have explored quite a number of rec sites, for the most part we were completely on our own. Now that the long weekend is upon us the best way to avoid humanity is to head for these hills.


A small bouquet from a good companion.

Piece of Cake!

When the road is dry and the sun is out. The fog definitely helped as our route down the hill was in bucketing rain. 4000 foot drops – incredible.


When we got to the top Grant said “I guess that’s the last of the grizzlies”. We saw two large adult males in the Bella Coola valley and that was pretty impressive. However we rounded the corner and there she was. The most blasé grizzly bear I have ever seen. Definitely female, slim and smaller than the males, without the pronounced shoulder hump. We stopped- she was standing looking at us, then she lay down, put her head on her crossed paws, (honestly!) and started to pull the fresh green grass. We finally left her there content in the warm sun.



Sushi in Bella Coola

Ok, as I don’t seem to be able to effectively add links from on the road I encourage you to google “The Hill near Bella Coola”. The Hill is actually in Tweedsmuir Provincial Park but Wikipedia obliges if you google the above. I have been nervous on roads before- this one tipped me over into scared. The pea soup fog helped as we couldn’t actually see just how sheer the cliffs were but still. I empathize with those who, having driven this way, refuse to return that route and have to be flown or boated out. We will drive and I shall think about it tomorrow!
But Bella Coola is stunning. Phone pics just don’t cut it here.




The sushi at the hotel was might fine too.
Just to note: we have seen countless deer, a couple of black bear, caribou, mountain sheep, an osprey catch it’s prey right in front of us, eagles, loons ( and listened to their mournful calls) and countless other birds. A fine retreat this is.