First Day at Potlatch

I have traveled to the other side of my country in the matter of 48 hours, and many little stops that both entertained and distracted me from my final arrival. At first glance Vancouver seemed mundane, however, what isn't at 8:00am Monday morn? As we headed more west though, west towards the very edge of the country, almost tipping over the side of it, things began to grow in size, as if we entered "Honey I Shrank the Kids"!

Naturally, or quite unnaturally, when we think of rain it's in a negative context, but spend a moment here in this forest and you'll call it a defining factor that equals more beauty. Equations of nature. Water = lush = green = tall = mist = rain forest = spectacular.

The water of the ocean, not lakes as we're used to, holds a different hue, more icy, looking like foreign colours from a picture of Asia almost. In fact, the whole scene screams NOT CANADA, but alas! Our country is even more impressive than I thought.

Mountains here are the highest I've ever seen them. You can spot water runs down the side, and on a hot day, like it was today, you can still see the snow chilling at the top of each peak.

When I look out off of "our" (really?) dock, I really, truly, can not believe my eyes. It looks as though these mountains are superimposed onto a picture of a foreign country's body of water. Nothing is familiar and everything is lovely.

Especially how tall the trees are. Today, maybe not everyday from now on, but today when I look up at those trees, or at the mountains soaring higher than them above, I lose my breath for a moment. They are so big it scares me. I'm living in a rain forest.