This was my view today flying from Kelowna to Vancouver.

Smoky?

Just a tad.

And below me, wherever there was no mountain peak, was a wilderness of clearcut. Impossible to describe how shaved and ruined the land is. So shocking I didn’t have the heart to take a photo.

But on to other thoughts. Our flight was delayed by an hour. Apparently, there are an awful lot of delays these days. So I’m rather glad I had a nice big buffer for my connecting flight to London.

I had a late but yummy lunch (panini) and an excellent Whistler chocolate bar and a nap. Thrilled I found two seats side by side without a bar between them in a fairly secluded corner. Such are the exciting wins of air travel

I have admit, however, that this entire experience so far feels utterly surreal. Odd to be travelling alone. Already missing my love. And the puppies, of course. At the same time, enjoying the experience because I like travel – I like the rootlessness of it. I like the unknown factors of what comes next. Perhaps that’s why a long walk appeals to me so much – moving every day.

Still another couple of hours before my next flight leaves. Until then, I will wander and enjoy being a gypsy of sorts.