Susannah AndersonApr 27, 2012 01:06 AM
I
love that hill! After the long drive over the Chilcotin (as Karl says,
"the best and the worst..."); exhausting and exhilarating at the same
time, I come dusty and parched to the top of the hill, and stop at the
first sight of the luscious green valley opening up ahead. Up here, the
only sound is the wind murmuring in the trees, or maybe a busy family of
bees mumbling in the goldenrod. Then I drive down, slowly, watching the
valley unfold gradually below me, the mountains rise almost magically
from the earth, embracing me, welcoming me. I begin to hear the river
chattering, far below.
I always stop at the open space half-way down to rest my brakes and look for eagles circling far above. Then on down, down, into the cool shade and the final few miles home. (I've been living elsewhere for too many years, but the valley is still, and always, home to me.)
I always stop at the open space half-way down to rest my brakes and look for eagles circling far above. Then on down, down, into the cool shade and the final few miles home. (I've been living elsewhere for too many years, but the valley is still, and always, home to me.)