Somass River, in fog,
where it enters the Alberni inlet.
Being a valley ringed by mountains,
we get a great deal of fog in fall and winter.
This is where the highway heads towards Tofino.
The sign lists the number of miles - 119 -
to the place of my dreams and it was so hard
not to head my little beater -
whose bumper sticker proudly proclaims
'I Love Tofino" -
up and over the mountain pass.
Where Stamp and Sproat (pronounced "sprout") Rivers
join to form the Somass
My little sidekick in his new shades,
practicing some of his fancy "moves"
Sproat Lake campground and park in fog
.....as it begins to lift....
A small sojourner, in reverie
at the water's edge
A patch of blue, on its way.....
One last look......
then back to the river, and home.
When I took the final shot of the river, I was behind a huge fat-trunked old growth tree. As I emerged, Sebastian said to me, "I couldn't see you...........but I could see your hair!" and cracked me right up. Is he saying Wild Woman has Big Hair??
It did feel good to be out in nature today. Even without my big black dog.