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May 12, 2022

Downstream. Downhill. Downright dreamy.

Upstream in the Fraser and Columbia faded as quickly as the current swept me downstream. The long portages now suddenly seemed worth every drop of sweat. Here at last I felt the sweep of history knowing that this exact place has seen the footsteps of all those I was chasing.

With the river all to ourselves, all now was stark contrast. The endlessly flowing river and immovable mountains. The evergreen slopes and pure white snow-clad peaks. Tiny us and the immense landscape that swallowed us whole.

The day passed too quickly. And like all the days before and sadly most to come, the focus was on miles. Always miles. As As Abraham Lake began to swallow the river, I thought of all the places yet to come. Small consolation for the miles that must be made, but consolation none the less.

Did I say the day passed too quickly?