The end of summer is near, and I am reminded of times past. It used to be that as the summer drew to a close, I was always faced with a new country, new school and new language. The few summers I had not thinking about change, were spent visiting family.
Visiting family in the early 80’s in the mountains of BC. We spent every summer swimming, feeding ducks, re-learning to run in a field and feeling safe. We would get baskets of cherries and eat them until we felt like we were going to explode. Our summers felt like beautiful dreams, and then, we would be back on an airplane to be faced with yet another round of culture shock, and the mountain life would wait for us until the next summer.
If you have never visited the mountains of BC, you should, the beauty is undeniable. Visit www.salmonarm.ca