There – that’s really all I need to say about that. But, being a writer, I feel the necessity to add a few more words.
I led the hike today up Davis Creek to the lookout and beyond to the old cedar grove. We had a dozen lovely people who made it up over 700 metres of elevation and who, with pretty darn good cheer, trudged through snow, over wet logs, through a swamp and on to the trees. No one complained. At least – not so I could hear it.
Simon came along too and kept everyone laughing. I’m sure that helped.
The weather cooperated too. It was one of those perfect early summer days: blue skies, warm temps, and a few fluffy clouds to really show off the blue sky.
With a nice lunch back at the lookout, the round trip took 4.5 hours.
And the trees – well, they were as sacred, holy, and magnificent as always.