End of the Line
Aug 29, 2010
|Like the salmon our journey is winding down - fortunately not as dramatically as theirs
Our destination today was somewhere ‘south’ - we just hadn’t figured out where yet. Our journey through Canada is almost over. It seemed fitting to end it with a last look at the salmon completing their journey.
We headed out and stopped at Scotch Creek. We immediately saw what had drawn the crowd yesterday. The creek was alive with bright red fish. We grabbed our cameras and the results of the next hour and a half are included in the photos above. Watching these fish in the throes of their final act of procreation is as moving a sight as there is in nature. We felt privileged to have witnessed it.
From Scotch Creek we got back on Highway 1, then turned off and drove south through the Okanagan Valley. For the next hundred miles we passed one lake after another in a continuous chain. Okanagan Lake is by far the largest and we drove along its western shore for an hour or more. The area is built up and touristy - like most lakes of this size and beauty.
We ended our day in the B.C. town of Oliver. We are very near the border here, and we’ll stop to catch our breath for a few days before re-entering the United States. As that time approaches I find I have mixed feelings. I love my country and most of it’s people, but there are some things about both that I find disturbing. Not as disturbing as it was two years ago, but still bad enough to bother me.
Malcolm X, who had traveled the world, said no matter where he went he was never conscious of race - until he returned to the United States. Why is that?
Spiritually Canadians are just as pious as Americans, and just as patriotic, but they don’t wear their piety or their patriotism on their sleeves or on the bumpers of their cars. In all our Canadian travels I have yet to see one ‘God Bless Canada’ bumper sticker, and mercifully only one Confederate flag. What drives some Americans to have to flaunt their beliefs, or wear ignorance and bigotry like a badge of honor?
Fortunately there’s a solution to my disaffection. All I have to do is avoid the ‘news’. I don't want to be uninformed, but I don't like being misinformed either. If I don’t pick up a newspaper, if I don’t watch the news on television or browse it on the internet - the world seems like a pretty decent place. I like that. It's an image we can live with!