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Traveling the Fraser Canyon

This past weekend we traveled up – and back down – the Fraser Canyon and it was such an extraordinarily beautiful fall day that we chose to photograph as many of the moments as we could. When we got home we turned the photos into this video.

We hope you enjoy our little video – keep it in mind that our video is all done by a kid with an iPhone.

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Day Two Traveling the Fraser Canyon

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The Scenic 7 to the Fraser Canyon

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Life Musings

That “Going Home” Kind of Feeling

Do you have a place that you feel really “at home”? Not necessarily a specific house, although it could be, but more like a community that you feel at home in where you get that warm fuzzy, comfortable feeling?

I started thinking about this because I heard a couple women talking on CBC radio about northern BC. The one woman said that she has lived and worked all over the world and yet when she gets on the tiny airplane that takes her back to Terrace, BC, back to her mother and father’s house, the house where she grew up, she gets that “going home” feeling.

And that started me thinking about where I go to get that going home feeling. I lived in Prince George, a place people from southern BC call northern BC, even though it is really only halfway up the province. I liked Prince. I liked the people and the rough and tumble community. But I never felt “at home” there.

I also lived in the west Kootenays. I loved it there too. I liked the people, the arid climate, and the semi-conservative hippy-dippy community. But I never felt completely “at home” there either.

However, when I would drive west and rise up as I left Osoyoos, I would see the western mountains stick their pointy little peaks up into the sky and my heart would skip a beat in excitement. Driving into Manning Park I could feel the “coming home” vibe rattling my cage.

I would get to Hope, where the Fraser River leaves the canyon and opens out into the top end of the Fraser Valley. I would turn right and head up the Fraser Canyon and I knew that I was home. I love the Fraser Canyon. Travel from Hope up through Yale and if you look up the mountainsides you would know that Ansel Adams would have gone all ape to see mountains of this magnitude and raw beauty.

Up the canyon to Boston Bar where the canyon opens up a little. Keep going to Lytton, to the confluence of the mighty Fraser and the Thompson Rivers. Lytton, Canada’s official hotspot. From Lytton you can continue to follow the nasty, winding road along the Fraser up to Lillooet or you can follow the along the Thompson to Spences Bridge.

Anywhere in the Fraser Canyon I feel at home. I love the Fraser River and all the eclectic little communities that perch on the cliffs of the canyon. Home for me will always be the Fraser Canyon.

Where is your home?