Day 2 Memorial Lake


Still in Skihist Provincial Park

We took an early morning hike to see the views of the area. It felt great to get out and I particularly enjoyed getting my legs moving after so many hours sitting in the car. It was a short 3 mile trail so we took our time… making it last as long as we could.

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It wasn’t hard taking a break at the ‘vista point’ where we lingered over the lovely view.

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It was hot hot hot and very dry, reminding me of central Washington with its Pinion Pines and light scrub. Little did I know this was going to be the last day of any temperature over 65 degrees. I guess I shouldn’t have commiserated with the dogs about it being too hot in the sun!

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Kwitzil Lake

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First stop for the day was Prince George to fill the gas tank and experienced a moment of brilliance (I actually lingered in my ‘moment’ since the feeling doesn’t happen very often).

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I stopped at a local bank and opened an account!  I deposited my 1000.00 of Canadian cash, wrote a check for another $1000.00 (which will take a week to clear) and for $13.50 (Canadian) I now have limitless withdrawl for Canadian dollars and a Visa/Debit card.   The best part is that I’m no longer carrying around gobs of cash. Yeah!

Finished with chores and time to hit the road again.

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As evening worn on I started looking for a pull-out where we could spend the night. Since I didn’t want to spend every night in a campground I scanned the dirt roads for a likely nesting spot. Eventually I found the perfect candidate,  a nice little lake surrounded by woods that had a large gravel area for parking.  It ‘s name was Kwitzil Lake but  I later appointed the name Memorial Lake, and later you’ll read why.

I set up ‘camp’ and we proceeded to explore the area. There was a path that appeared to be used by dirt bikes and three-wheelers so we headed off into the woods. It was a nice cool dry day with the sun high in the sky.   The path took us up along on a ridge that looked over marshy meadows and small streams. I was hoping to spot a moose down below but all I found were big piles of moose dung…. Oh well.

 

 

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In Anchorage you can buy earrings made out of these!

 

 

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Sooner or later you have to turn around when you’re bushwhacking. I saw several paths that looked as though they might take us back to our campsite but I was too tired to risk having to backtrack to our original path. So we turned around and made it back to the camper just as the sun was going down.   Too late to explore the lakeshore, the poodles and I settled in for the night.

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The next morning we spent an hour or so picking up aluminum cans… there were a LOT of  them.

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I was in my pick up trash mode so when I saw the huge pile of ‘something’ ahead of me on the lake’s edge I just buckled down to start filling my trash bag. It took me a few moments, once I reached the hill of withered flowers, jackets and stuffed animals to realize that it was, in fact, a memorial to a young girl and young man.   With no explanations I accepted the fact that she, Kendall Moore and Craig Wood, had probably drowned in the lake…. Only 3 months prior. As I stood there quite taken, I realized that the poodles had stopped what they were doing and, like me, were just standing silently.

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After a few moments we turned back to the camper with our bag of aluminum cans and plastic bottles.

 

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Back on the road.

 

It’s funny as I go back over this journal entry. The only annotations I had for the day was, “ Camp 2 on ‘Memorial Lake. Cool and Dry,” yet it stands out as such a profound and spiritual experience. Perhaps so much so, that words seemed too insignificant.

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6 thoughts on “Day 2 Memorial Lake

  1. Wendy Wahman says:

    I got tears in my eyes reading this. It reminds me of those stories in a single sentence, like Hemingway’s, “For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.” Your find is, of course, many people’s life long sorrow. No fiction.

    The dung is darling, by the way…

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  2. Jeanne Titcomb says:

    Ahhh, Nana and I sat there struck by your enlightenment. I feel as if I am there with you. Keep us posted. We love and miss you!

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