Pocketful of Memory Cards

Soon after we'd moved to Kelowna in 1995 we took a short hike over a few of the Myra Canyon trestles with visiting relatives. Each June since then, I've declared "..that this will be the summer we finally bike the Myra Canyon Trestles". In January 2003 my desire to do the trek was renewed when Myra Canyon was designated a National Historic Site.  Then sadly, nine months later, 12 of the 18 trestles were burned in the Okanagan Mountain Park Fire .  I was rather annoyed with myself for not taking advantage of the opportunity to experience this beautiful trail.  How devastating it must have been to the dedicated volunteers  who beginning in 1992 spent three summers repairing and making these trestles safe, building a 4 foot boardwalk across each trestle, putting up guard rails, constructing benches at various lookout points and posting interpretive signage.  All labour, material and equipment was donated and once the restoration was complete, the vol...

I caught sight of my shadow  while scouting for photo ops and tried to take a shot of me making a peace sign.  Turns out I'd need another hand for that - no self timer on the iPhone. Then I thought "Hey, that looks like an Inukshuk", one with stumpy arms, but an Inukshuk nonetheless. If you're a regular visitor to this page you know I'm very open to signs from above, or the universe, or whatever you want to call it. According to this link , one of the traditional meanings of Inukshuk is  "You are on the right path".   I'd like to think I am.  It's been a great journey so far: a winding, joyful, challenging, up and down round and round path, not unlike your own I'm sure.  Where this path will lead next, I have no idea but I know I don't have to remind you to enjoy the journey while you can.  We know it will end, hopefully a long time from now, and though we don't truly know the ultimate destination, I'd like to ...