Objects of Admiration
The mountain passes between Golden and Revelstoke on the Trans-Canada Highway in B.C. were soaked by heavy rain and clouds obscured the mountain peaks. Snow lay in chutes down to road level, even in July. The temperature was in the single digits.
The greenery on either side of me was incredibly lush and vivid, seemingly almost illuminated by the rain, and the occasional river rushed under the roadway, with many waterfalls exploding down the mountainsides. I hadn’t realized how many shades of green there are in Nature. I’d ridden through worse weather, but perhaps not among more beautiful scenery. I finally
