There was little warning when summer turned to winter.
The next night was clear – and the temperature dropped to minus 10C. By mid morning, the frost had melted.
The river is low. Hard to believe that on this exact day 3 years ago we had that tremendous flood.
In one of the log jams, there was a water-worn cottonwood trunk.
In a calm eddy were hundreds of whirligig beetles.
On 27th September I went to Bella Coola again to see the physiuotherapist. Steady rain was forecast, but it was cold and sunny at the top of The Hill.
The other side of the pass was gloomier.
Soon I was in cloud.
But gleams of sun filtered through the fog.
And at the bottom, the sun was shining.
I made the trip there and back in one day. It was growing dark as I came close to home. The fall colours should be at their peak now but they have a grey/green look so perhaps we are not going to get a good display this year.