As I continue with my river journey, down the mighty and humbling Athabasca so to do I begin to realize just how much that trip reset my synapses, and renewed my peace of mind….

I look out to the water and flashbacks stream inwards, of the at the last 2 years and the logged hours of time being near the water. Beginning with Lady Pacifica, the Pacific Ocean, and her endless lessons, sitting in her silence as she lapped the shores of Maui. Swimming in the currents like a turtle, letting her carry me down the shoreline, never in fear only curious as to what was all around me, closing eyes and healing the mind body and soul. I am at home on the water, I love it, it is three quarters of my body, a similar ratios of land to ocean, and now here again we trace, on water, the Atahbasca, boasting Boreal Forest, serene wilderness, abundant lessons for those who would like to explore, the presence of the land, the water, soothing soul, and downloads made as curious mind wanders in the timeless ethereal realm where visions come to the willing. The sun beams down, we are heading to the backcountry lodge of the Grand Rapids Wilderness Adeventures, following our visit to the Cal’s paradise, the river begins to show signs of boulders and swift currents, Darcy always on the look out, gliding his vessel through the water, as crew rest before our arrival. Looking out at the shoreline, looking, searching, the reflection a beautiful thing that cleanses the inside turmoil that I have found myself in. I am searching, searching for something new, tapping into the flow of the river, and the sky, clouds dancing as birds make their own patterns, though closely associated with the lay of land, the river, connected, which is what one will likely feel on a journey such as this, the beauty stunning and bringing silence before words can begin to explain. Here we all are this group of wondering gypsies on these boats, our mission to make a video presenting this place, an art exploration, that I hope the world will enjoy. Huge erratics, remnants of glaciers past, and the soil glacial till, loaded with stories eft in stones. The wolf site inside the forest wall, watching us as we travel North, deer running with doe, the reminder of the other beings who hold space alongside of us, how truly gracious I feel, when the ego takes a check and clear vision is revealed. Soon we reach the backcountry lodge, well soon enough anyway, the river journey was a long one, nearly 200 km of river can be travelled by boat,the distance we traveled I am not clear, far enough that there are nearly almost devoid of human touch, the footprint grown over, and river left to be a beautiful flowing sinuous sparkling entity and trees dance in the subtle breeze as sun falls soon to be sunset, it is here I surrender to her flow, and the next phase of this journey begins.
FotoMahaloness Cals to GRWA backcountry lodge and river doodle on a jet boat and some really fresh wolf tracks.