This Western coast is beautiful. Moist and green with the perfect balance of sweet and salty air. Clouds cling to every hill. Strangers say hello. It is lovely.

It's also incredible how much lighter things are, waking up 3000-some-K from the farm; I remember this.

It's going to be difficult to turn East on Wednesday. I am so grateful for this time. This air. All that water. The bear we watched eat dinner at dusk on the long, windy drive home. Oh, BC.