Easter Sunday was the most light-filled day. We went to the hot springs in Nelson, but found that, since we were graced with such warm weather, it was too hot out for hot springs, so we decided to explore the area and wait for the cool afternoon air to come. In our exploring we found a little trail that led to an old miner's cemetery. One of the most historical things I've found in British Columbia, the graves dated back to the 1800's. There was a sacred feeling to the space, with butterfly pairs flitting above the graves and the pollen floating on the springtime breeze, Caroline and I quietly walked around the residual snow. As I walked I became powerfully aware that I was bearing witness to life in all of it's stages, just another being floating through the cycle, I've never felt so grounded in the present. After a bit Caroline and I sat down and looked out over the lake and mountains in silence.
Nelson, BC is a tiny utopia in the middle of British Columbia. It was entirely worth the 8 hour journey, and it is one of the few places I've traveled to where I arrived and just immediately felt at peace - like I was in my own home. What was once an old mining town transformed into a small village that never quite made it past the 1970's - I've never seen so many VW vans in my life. The little town housed 3 food coops all buzzing with friendly people. The sun was out our whole time there which gave us plenty of time to leisure in parks and take in the constant view of mountains and lake. I don't think I've gone anywhere quite this beautiful.
A 4 day weekend and a spontaneous new friend led to a road trip to the interior of British Colombia! Caroline and I had both heard all of these wonderful things about Nelson, B.C. which usually ended with the person saying, "honestly, you won't want to leave". So, we arranged for places to stay and hit the road. It was an 8 hour trip, but the journey ended up being just as beautiful as the final destination. We meandered through small mountain towns, valleys, prairies - one moment we would be surrounded by dry and grassy plains with the sun beating down on us and the next there was only evergreen with rivers running through it and a covering of snow. The only constant was the endless layering of mountain ranges, more beautiful than I'd ever seen. Caroline is Brazilian, so it was fun to watch her get so excited about seeing snow, which had become sort of became commonplace for me, coming from Vermont. Looking out the window, my eyes never got bored, and really with all of the sun, and no road troubles to be had, there was nothing to do but to look up and be thankful.