Most spring days are strange like the weather and I like that. Took off for the Kootenay on Saturday. Willow and I rounded up some firewood. It wasn’t hard. The Kootenay was clear as a bell and I could have brought back supper if I had half a mind and a rod.
Lisa asked if I worry about my head considering, concussions, sickness, drinking and all the rest. I said nope, I remember things just like I want to. I know this is selfish.
It did piss me off coming back with a load of wood not remembering the creek my father and I stopped for water. There was Fade-Away Creek, Witness Creek and Bone Dry Creek, but damned if I could remember the small trickle that crept, ice cold, filtered under a thick canopy of full grown spruce around mile 9.
I stopped at the creek and the water was just as good. That’s what’s important after all. Perhaps the name will come to me.
The time between still early and damn late is shorter as you get older.
Palliser Pass 
mountaincoward
Those trees in your first photo remind me of the TV series ‘The Joy of Painting’ with Bob Ross! Very restful watching… 🙂
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underswansea
I love that guy!
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mountaincoward
His son also featured in one programme and he was just as restful to watch and listen to. I honestly would like some of his ‘videos’ for relaxation instead of meditating or suchlike – they really are that soothing.
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Julie@frogpondfarm
Names escape me all the time now .. damn! Nice shots there Bob. Bet that water tasted great
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underswansea
The water was good. I still can’t remember the name of that damn creek. I hope you are sliding into winter properly. Take care.
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