road trip after the storm

At 6:40 AM on the morning of January 13th, Marcus and I were both awakened by howling winds and branches falling on our roof. We peered out into the darkness and saw the world in blustery chaos.

Our alarms were set to go off just 30 minutes later, but as we watched in awe by the safety and warmth of our fireplace, a brilliant green flash filled the sky and our power went out (but our fireplace luckily stayed on!). We decided that hitting the road and trying to get up to the ski hill for an early start might not be safe or even possible. As it turns out the 25 cm of snow that had fallen on the mountain the day before had all blown away that morning leaving nothing but ice. As a matter of fact, the chairlifts were having trouble in the wind and didn't start spinning until the early afternoon.

We took the day to rest and read by the fire. We drove into town and saw many trees down on the power lines and crews working hard to clean up the mess. 14 hours later our power was restored!


A few hundred meters down the road from our home.


Cooking dinner on the camp stove.

The following day the sky was completely cloudless and the lake was a perfect mirror. We thought a road trip to Kalso (a mere 50-minute drive up the lake) would be the best way to soak up the sun and get our restless legs moving.

On our way, we saw more wreckage, with 4 separate crews of people working at various spots on the highway.

Kaslo was beautiful. We found a sunny beach to have a picnic and soak up some much needed Vitamin D. Marcus was overjoyed to find that the local skatepark was, by some miracle, dry and free of snow. And while he scratched that itch I explored the village.

Just by walking around, you can tell that Kaslo has a long, fascinating, and complicated history. The area was used by the Ktunaxa and Sinixt people for foraging, drying fish, and making tools. In the late 1800s a sawmill was built and shortly after the village boomed as a silver mining town. After Pearl Harbour, in the early 1940s, Kaslo was selected to be one of the many Japanese Internment Camps in BC and at that point, 2/3 of the people living in the village were Japanese (about 1000 people). Today, it is home to the popular Kaslo Jazz Festival and is still mostly supported by logging, sawmilling, mining, and increasing tourism.

After my informative walk, we headed back to our cozy home, full of working electricity (yay!), and called it a day.


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1 year ago

It’s wonderful to travel vicariously through your blog! Such a beautiful area! Thanks, Julia. Love to you and Marcus.