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Joyfully into the darkness
The first week or two of tours after the summer always have a surreal feeling. They are the first drives where again the highways are dark and headlights become automatic. It feels strange and looks unfamiliar. The love of these dark nights, clear sky chases, and mystery around the aurora all come rushing back at once and it is an overwhelming love.
For long periods these first few nights, distant loons, a few passing clouds and the autumn Milky Way were our best company. Faint arcs of aurora appeared, disappeared, and reappeared low on the horizon to the discerning eye. But for now, we reacquainted ourselves with some other heavenly wonders, like the Andromeda Galaxy among others.
Long, late nights into twilight before sunrise appeared assured from the beginning.
Finally, as twilight emerged in the northeast, out of nowhere, curtains of purple and green lit up the sky. After hours of a steady, gentle arc across the north, it was chaos - the absolute best kind.
“What do you call that? Piano keys?”
For more than an hour, the aurora danced over half of the sky, piano keys and all. The relief, joy, excitement and wonder in myself must have for sure been palpable. There couldn’t have been a better way to end my first few nights of the season.
It’s just so good to have her back.
The meandering drive back north
“Sometimes the absence of options leads to the best one of all.”
After our horizontal migration from Calgary to Kamloops, I think it was the evening before we were leaving to start our more leisurely drive back home and Stewart, BC wasn’t even really on our radar.
We were getting a little desperate at this point and had resorted to massive physical maps, like the ones from CAA. Where we wanted to end up around at the end of our first day driving back just felt like a dead zone. Smithers was too close and just about anything further north than that may as well have been an entirely additional day of driving. Hotels were sparse and our ability to make a decision was even more rare.
Then we circled back to Stewart on the map, and sure it was a little bit out of the way, but after reading rumours of glacier views from the highway and bears basically outnumbering humans, we found a charming hotel with crooked, creaky floors and amazing views and booked it.
That was probably my favourite decision from the entire trip.
On the highway in, the winds were wildly strong but the air so warm and sweet. We travelled right through golden hour, and you can only imagine how breathtaking that light was cast over the mountain peaks towering up from either side of the highway. We did see bears, as promised, and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of the little remaining daylight sitting in front of glaciers, we resigned ourselves to tea and treats in our cosy little room at the Bayview Hotel.
Our final couple days on the road were spent soaking in and soaking up Northern BC. Every time we passed the Liard Hot Springs, we spent some hours there, again dreaming of returning in the middle of winter. We found cosy accommodation in Muncho Lake Provincial Park, and wandered around the mountains and the most teal lakes I’ve ever seen. By the time we parked back home, we had done 6,141.4 kilometres in a week and a half and were ready to do it again in a heartbeat.
The annual road trip south
24 hour drives through the bright nights of northern summers have, over the last 8 years, become one of my favourite things in the world. Hotels never felt necessary because I could sleep just when I felt tired, which was rarely ever. I loved all the light, open space, and total freedom way too much.
This year was the same, but different. There was so much to see, so many places to stop. So many mountains, so many lakes, and so much wildlife. So we included an overnight in Fort St. John on the way down.
Our departure was not set in stone, but at 3:30 in the morning, all that remained was wrapping up a couple stollen along with other baking from the night before, re-warming our non-alcoholic Glühwein, and taking our blue IKEA bag full of snacks and goodies out to the car.
The sky was already bright, and although we weren’t driving all the way through in one day, we were still staring down a 1,300 kilometre day one, which we expectantly turned into an 18 hour day with truly dozens of wildlife sightings and goodness knows how many other photo and coffee stops. Some stops we planned, like Rancheria Falls and the Liard Hot Springs, but far more were spontaneous requiring u-turns more often than not. If we weren’t careful, we would have spent more hours in the shoulders off the side of the Alaska Highway watching bears, caribou, dozens or hundreds of bison, mountain goats and moose than we would have actually driving.
“Oh my god, oh my god, I’ll call you back! Baby bears!”
Nearing the end of day one, about halfway between Fort Nelson and Fort St. John, we were on the phone to my mum when I stopped her mid sentence with a dramatic “Oh my god, oh my god, I’ll call you back! Baby bears!”
It was what we had wished to see since we left this morning, and at the side of the highway, a mama bear and her three cubs. We pulled way off into the shoulder and just watched, photographed, and took video. It was the best.
Asking the real questions — IKEA or the Icefields Parkway
At breakfast in our hotel at the beginning of day two, we still had not decided on our route to Calgary. A far more direct route via Edmonton that would include a convenient lunch stop/shop with better stock availability than Calgary, or a several hour detour through a mostly smoky Icefields Parkway. We were never going to have all the time we wanted for the Icefields Parkway this time, plus we hate summer, so we knew we’d be back eventually anyway. But in the end, we decided on the Icefields Parkway and it was more beautiful than I had remembered, and a quick Click & Collect order from IKEA Calgary to secure the lowest stock items made this the right decision for sure.
Sunset in Calgary at last
I can’t stop
Another perfect evening of slow driving along gravel roads, cautious walks along the river and flights out over thawing lakes.
“Every time feels like the first time.”
And I can’t stop. It’s like an addition, and every time feels like the first time. I can take the same flight paths over and over and never get tired of it. I am never uninterested.
Absolute stillness in the air
A silence not often understood can be hard to hear
Wildlife in their own world
Golden hour, sunset, and the northern twilight ever changing
This is just the most beautiful place and it just is my happiest place.
A midnight hike
There’s nothing that says spring in the north like midnight hikes and trails turned streams.
Passing a couple two thirds to the top, I jokingly asked if it gets better, and they replied “worse”, laughing. Perfect, I said. Except for a while, it did get better, until that last few hundred metres where there was nowhere to go but over the top of 60cm of rotting snow. Tread lightly and you’re okay, but as soon as one foot goes through the surface, that’s where misery lies.
186cm & 68kg walking like Tinkerbell and I still faltered. Into the hopelessness of trying to bring one leg out of snow without putting my next leg right back through it I went.
But then finally getting out of that path, and really above the treeline, that’s where the magic was for me. Walking alongside, and in, the stream on the way up was beautiful too, but exploring the tundra in such ethereal light with so much curiosity, that can never be matched.
The colours and the life in the tundra flowers, reindeer lichen, grasses and mosses were so extraordinarily beautiful, I would have spent the entire night just combing slowly over every centimetre of that. But as more ridges appeared in the distance, I had to get to them too. I couldn’t stop. I was hopeless in my addiction of this chase of beauty.
Walking the ridges above the treeline felt like a world of contradictions. I was warm under my jacket but conscious of keeping my toque down over my ears and hiding my bare hands in the sleeves of my jacket as my nose ran. The last rays of sunlight still felt warm on my face but the air temperature was far away from that.
Occasionally I would glance at the time, but I knew it ultimately didn’t really matter. It felt like it should, but it didn’t. I feel more awake at 11pm than I do 9 hours earlier these days. The sunset was a little while before 11 o’clock, but twilight would linger through until sunrise somewhere after 5:00.
Still, I hurried from one ridge to the next, not worried about darkness and the hike back down, but just losing the pink sunlight touching the peaks. I was fully engaged in a hurry up and wait. I wanted to see it all and I wanted to do nothing but sit in every moment up there. I didn’t want to miss one ray of light shooting out from a mountain or the footstep of any of a couple little dinosaur birds grouse who were perfectly matched to the changing landscape.
I could have walked these ridges and watched how the light changed around them all the way through sunrise, but I did have a stream to navigate back down to the car.
