Journey to the Centre of the Universe

I had too much crap on my bike. Looking at it from the side, it was akin to an adult sitting alone on playground teeter-totter. But then again, I was heading to the Centre of the Universe. I took the opportunity to purge some items from my loaded steed, removing my extra down vest, the backcountry water filter (this is British Columbia after all, land of fresh mountain water) and my spare flashlight. The balance point was a bit better as the pendulum swings to the middle. Time to head off.

My destination was a somewhat remote locale that boasts it is the Centre of the Universe, a place of spiritual and earthly significance nestled in the heart of an expansive plateau north of the Thompson River, about 450 km from my home in the Okanagan Valley. In 1980, a Buddhist monk on pilgrimage from San Francisco (the City of Love, no doubt), was drawn to this location in B.C., feeling a convergence of energy. We are talking about spontaneous fire and the faint sound of choral singing – no kidding, and this place has.