Turning toward the sun

I travel north and across the border

Enjoy a splendid afternoon in good company 

Gathering salmonberries

Spotting likely lichens (yes they would yield purple but no I did not gather)

Wandering about the shoreline 

And then I followed many signs east

I stop at a beaver pond 

Find violets

I think nature's architect is long gone

And has abandoned this project

But

I saw him

On

A sign

I drove between mountains and through woods

Past leftover snow and rushing rivers

And beautiful stacks of crates

And just after a spotted lake

I reached my destination

In the hills above Osooyos 

To begin telling stories afresh. 

I notice to my surprise that the magic number 1313 has appeared in the sidebar 

Glad to have y'all along for the ride.