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Our last day at Nimpo lake was a beautiful day, just like all the others. Fizz was doing great and we no longer had to watch her as closely, just had to make sure she didn't go in for a swim or run off chasing a squirrel. I had been meaning to take my camera out on the lake with me, but I keep putting it off because I had been so busy catching fish and eating them. But now that we had our fill of trout and still had a couple in the cooler to take away with us, it had to be then or never.
I never did get a good shot of a float plane overhead like I had hoped, and we didn't get into Anahim, Bella Coola, or spend a day in Tweedsmuir Provincial Park, like we had planned. |


















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I never got to see a mountain sheep, or try my luck with panning for gold either, ... but I found something more valuable; I found enough peace of mind to once more recognize myself, and I felt enough gratitude for the things that are good in this world to truly believe once again, that life really IS good! |





