Travelogue One: Road Trippy won't leave me
There is an stretch of road between the Coquihalla toll booth south to Hope BC that is the penultimate of beautiful.
The mountains mix rock and treed slope in a proportion so sublime as to remove any manner of annoyance to the provincial tourism slogan, Super, Natural British Columbia. Winding the road downhill towards the comforts of journey's end; a whirring effortless glide into the valley and over the bend to where the Fraser River will symbolize home. We saw 8pm on the clock. Two spent travelers nestled in car seats; at last silent was the slumbering. The light lay low there as the peaks grew shorter and slighter round each corner. Leaving something behind to be home again.
Blue skies of summer day dying in to the coral kiss of a seaside sunset more familiar from the shore than the mountain tops. Light soft yellow, a darkening of each trunk of every tree in the thousands. Giving dimension to the smallest features in the broadest landscape it seems imaginable.
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We're back after a pleasant holiday. More to come.
The mountains mix rock and treed slope in a proportion so sublime as to remove any manner of annoyance to the provincial tourism slogan, Super, Natural British Columbia. Winding the road downhill towards the comforts of journey's end; a whirring effortless glide into the valley and over the bend to where the Fraser River will symbolize home. We saw 8pm on the clock. Two spent travelers nestled in car seats; at last silent was the slumbering. The light lay low there as the peaks grew shorter and slighter round each corner. Leaving something behind to be home again.
Blue skies of summer day dying in to the coral kiss of a seaside sunset more familiar from the shore than the mountain tops. Light soft yellow, a darkening of each trunk of every tree in the thousands. Giving dimension to the smallest features in the broadest landscape it seems imaginable.
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We're back after a pleasant holiday. More to come.
posted by mo-wo at 8:11 p.m.
3 Comments:
I've driven it several times and it is beautiful, though not home.
Welcome back. BTW, MadDad is heading your way for the Fringe--just in case you want to see gritty, hard-hitting, absurd and sometimes surreal theatre.
What a lovely post.
The last time we drove the Coquihalla (heading north and feeling -- like you -- a sense of joy at being homeward bound), we got caught in a spring snowstorm. We drove through the slush and the sleet chatting (playing name that Shakespearean play as we read off road signs), while the kids watched a dvd, no one noticing the cars in the ditches. At one steep turn, the Omega Man slipped along the verge, barely missing a chain-less semi as it slow-motion, jack knifed across the lanes of traffic and we drove on merrily. Only to realize later that we were the last car to drive through the toll booth for 7 hours. SEVEN HOURS! Till the road was plowed, and the semi was towed and then chained. It was INSANE.
And so ends my comment in lieu of actual post. Thanks for humouring me.
(And yes, we'll definitely being knocking on your door next time we head beyond Hope. Thanks for the invite.)
Ah, lovely. Picturesque, even without pictures.
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