Getting Closer to My Home

We headed home last Thursday, trekking back through the mountains and across the prairies.  We camped in Revelstoke again, where I visited Talisman Fibre. The owner had a loom in the middle of the shop, but was selling out her weaving and knitting yarns and supplies to focus on clothing and gifts.

Morris loved walking the trails with us.  This is Williamson Lake, a quiet campground which has meandering trails through forests of old cedar and ancient trees rising up among the fire scorched stumps. Mr. DD could easily stand up inside many of the stumps and some were wide enough to shelter a traveller or two:

You can get some sense of the size of these trees here:

We drove back through Roger's Pass:

Our last evening was spent at Kinbrook Provincial Campground, where we sat along the shore of the lake and watched the sun setting:

I love camping in the trailer; it keeps me in touch with Mother Earth.  The more I travel, the more I realize that we all have a duty to walk lightly on the Earth and protect her to the best of our ability.  "Progress" gives me the opportunity to experience the beauty of Nature, but it's up to us to see that "Progress" doesn't destroy Her.

Namaste.