I've been busy around my house this summer, and I didn't realize until today how much I've missed nature. Ironic, as I live in a fairly rural space, with orchards and vineyards just the other side of my neighbours house. But I had a longling for solitude and quietness - the type that only remote nature can provide.
Today was September 30 - the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. And what better way to honour the elders of the land than to visit nature. I took a jaunt to a local provincial park - a place always favoured by boom-box toting, pot-smoking tent campers during the summer. Come autumn, and the vibe is different, and much more to my taste. In fact, we were the only people at the lake today. Well, us and the eagles. Which is exactly my type of solitude.
The lake, at the end of our dry summer season was surprisingly low. But, even the low tide didn't dull the views from the south end of the lake.
I needed some quiet time in nature, and this park - only 30 minutes outside of Summerland, provided that. The beginning of the changing fall colours of the trees really brought this home.
Feeling stuck? Find your own version of this lake. It maybe closer than you think.
