This afternoon, I stumbled upon a serene spot near a pond, a welcomed respite on my journey towards the Yukon. The surroundings were breathtaking, and I couldn’t resist taking a leisurely walk down to the water’s edge to appreciate the beauty of the scene. However, a tinge of regret washed over me as I realized I had neglected to purchase a fishing permit, missing out on the opportunity to engage in a relaxing activity.
Instead, I decided to make the most of the moment by sitting by the pond, immersing myself in a good book. The tranquility of the setting allowed me to unwind and lose track of time, spending over an hour lost in the pages of my reading material.
As I made my way back to my vehicle, I noticed a few delicate flowers, growing curiously amidst the muck. Their resilience and beauty struck me as a metaphor for life’s unexpected joys and the ability to find solace even in challenging circumstances.
Later on, when I stepped out of the vehicle to brush my teeth, I came across a stick lying on the ground, hair was wrapped around it. It was coarse and heavy, serving as a stark reminder that I was in grizzly country. The realization of sharing the territory with these powerful creatures filled me with a sense of awe and caution, prompting me to be mindful of my surroundings and keep close my bear spray.
