Rural

"I'd like to take you up and show you and Mom our cabin," my Sister said to me last week.  When this invitation came about  I was hesitant....could I just up and leave? What about the magazine...what about my garden?  Throwing the keyboard, and the trowel to the wind, I went on an adventure...we had it timed so the mosquitoes were not yet out, and the ice would be coming off of the lake. We returned wind and sunburned despite tons of sunscreen....with over a thousand pictures on my phone, and camera...along with memories of time spent with those I love. They were good times... the sound of waves lapping against the dock, and the haunting call of loons at midnight from across the lake echoing in my head.  Ducks in the bay doing a bit of house hunting, wild bears we startled on the roadside... too many deer to keep track of, a hare, and the most amazing of all, a nesting sandhill crane! All of the power poles in the Cariboo seem to be marked with