No sun, No Moon, No stars, No noon, No any time of day: November.
That was a rhyme we used to say when I was a kid. The picture I took of Walker Valley when I stayed at 108 Mile for the 100 Mile House craft fair certainly illustrates it well.
Here is the booth I had at the fair.
I would have made a small profit were it not for an emergency brake job. Seems like two hoses – one metal and one rubber – had both worn out at the same time, as well as the master cylinder. I had driven into town OK – despite terrible road conditions (a layer of ice under 2″ of snow) – and done a few hours’ shopping, then was heading south to 108 Mile when suddenly I had no brakes. I drove very cautiously to my mechanic but the soonest he could fit me in was in 5 days’ time. His receptionist phoned around, but everyone was screaming to winterize their vehicle, or dealing with fender benders thanks to the morning’s snow. Finally, a mechanic was found, but due to my “old” vehicle (I have never owned one so new), parts were not available until the following morning. With 2 large unbathed and very hairy dogs a motel was not an option and there were no rental vehicles big enough in town to transport me, the animals, and all the parephenalia for the fair. I was able to contact a 108 friend and he picked me up then drove me back the following day to collect the van. The bill came to $740.
Going home I had fresh snow on the road again, but there was no ice underneath so it was not so bad. The sun was also shining beautifully.
But that was the last I have seen of the sun except for a few odd gleams. The mountains are hidden in murk most of the time; on this occasion they were comparatively clear.
In the mean time I must look for photographic inspiration in details.