From the time I landed to the day we launched our canoes in the Bowron Lakes a week later, blue haze and acrid smell of forest fire was a constant shadow. Then rain fell for the first time in weeks, the temperature dropped dramatically from August burning to autumnal chill – and stayed there. Each day was a play in 5 or 6 acts, alternating clear skies and the drama of mountains with the claustrophobia of squall and mists. It was our drama, and we acted our parts with humour, persistence, some sighs but many laughs. This and other pictures from that time are on the page ‘Our place in nature‘.
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