This is the morning after the thunder storm that redefined what I understood the skies capable of; blasts so loud the bed shook, a spoon in a glass rattled, every lightening flash showed Luka, ears erect laying like a sphinx, I’m surprised she didn’t crawl into bed with me. We took a hike up Rose Swanson mountain.
This marks the boarder of the Shuswap/Okanagan, where sage brush and ponderosa pines meet a micro climate rainforest. It’s a short but very steep drive from the farm. The dense cedar canopy and elevation stay much cooler in the summer. I was almost cold walking through the woods. The trails wrap all over the mountain, jutting views of gridded farm plots below.