Friday 3rd July, and its a slow start to the morning, packing all the stuff we came with plus bits a pieces picked up during our travels. fortunately everything goes into our bags, except I will be wearing a Harris Tweed jacket in 30 degrees Celsius (or carrying it – later discovered I could strap it to the outside of my backpack).
Penny came over at 11am to make one last visit to hers, have a cup of tea and then she packed her own bag. She is off ziplining with friends, one of whom is getting married soon – its an outdoorsy hen event. Fred will drive her car back home when her friends pick her up at Castlegar airport – a relatively modest building with a street address over the front entrance (4370B Minto Road).
Soon we are in another Dart plane flying over mountains in daylight. Photo opportunity. Lots of logging,
Lots of logging visible here, from pale green logged areas, to the logging tracks and spots where more intensive activity has been going on
a ski resort
and open cast mining with tailings pond,
the Fraser river – creamy coloured with sediment and braided where its drops lots of said sediment,
snow capped peaks, and eventually the wide flat flood plain blends into the delta that the airport sits on.