We escaped the ruck of the crowd and disappeared down the Kootenay, then later followed Rock Creek up a ways. We were on the look out for firewood and a few rocks for the garden border.
The firewood came easy. Deadfalls from last summer. Pine off the ground, tangled from a mighty windstorm. It was a simple cut and march to the truck.
Up the creek we picked rocks. Flat and long. It is extraordinary how nature places them perfectly, so pleasing to the eye, beside the running water. Not a single one out of place.
The stars, creeks and rocks remind us of something greater. To be without them for long is difficult.
We returned in the afternoon with a full load. The town had calmed down. Everyone was well fed and shopped out. The plan worked perfectly.