British Columbia, that is. Tucked into the Kootenay region of the Rocky Mountains (the southeast corner). To get here, I landed in Kelowna and drove northeast. Kelowna is in the warm Okenagan region: it’s spring in an apple-growing region surrounded by low, rolling mountains. The rocks seem to be shales and something else soft, dusty, and light brown. I saw one prairie dog(?) and one deer near the road. As I drove, it got cloudier and cooler; the mountains got taller, and snow appeared. Eventually I was back in late winter. The mountains were steep, dark, and majestic. There were silver threads of steep mountain streams, then avalanche tracks and landslide scars and even a glacier or two. The black-and-white waterfowl that have left the south are here, along with ravens. I wish I knew the names of the mountains.
Here’s one, Mount Begbie, named after “the hanging judge”:
I’ve found a landscape scan from the Canadian government:
