Morning at Harper Lake is magical, as was the evening. We walk along the road.
The same spot as last nite.
Sherman watches a squirrel. He can do this for 15 minutes and hardly move.
I see a large black duck. It isn’t floating properly. Then it dives. Oh, wow. Diving ducks.

But these are huge. The size of small swans. Black with white thoat and banded black and white wings. They seem to be pairs. Another one comes and lands near this one. One across the lake takes off with a long feet splashing runway to get enough speed to take off. It flies along the opposite lake shore and another one comes from the shore to join it. They fly together around the shore of the lake in aerobatic dance. Like they are playing while flying. Why not!? They land further down the lake together.
I hear loud bird calls I’ve never heard. Sounds like a predator call. One long single screachy call.
We go back to have breakfast. Then it’s time to go.
On the road back down to TC-1.
We’re headed for Revelstoke. A city on the edge of the Glacier National Park, Banff National Park, The Rocky Mountain National Park.
We drive along an amazingly beautiful lake. It’s so long we drive along it’s shore for at least 90 minutes. I think it’s Revelstoke Lake.

Probably a reservoir behind one of BC’s many hydro-electric dams. We stop in Revelstoke. I look for wifi and a visitor’s center. I find the visitor’s center. Like an area concierge. I’m looking for a good hiking trail so I can give us both a multi-mile hike. Maybe overnight. The first thing two of the people there say is be careful of the bears. They have had multiple bear sightings and encounters a day for the last week on most of the trials. Black and a few grizzlies. Do I have bear spray? No. (I now do.) Some people are recommending not going hiking alone.
That takes the excitement out of me. A woman working there shows me her favorite hiking site. It’s good. I find a road to a trail on Sale Mtn. that seems the best for what I want to do with Sherman, but there’s a nagging “This is not right. You should just be driving on.” I’m trying hard not to listen. I get the directions to Sale Mountain and off we go.
First the highway headed there is full of construction delays. I push on. After 3 delays, we got you Sale Mountain Road and head up. It’s a pretty well maintained dirt road for the first 3 km. Then gets a bit rougher and we slow down. All the while I’m fighting the knowing that this isn’t right. It takes another 2 km for me to finally listen. What have I been doing? I stop resisting. Turn around.
Right after this I round a curve and there’s a black bear in the road dancing. It’s touching one back foot with its snout then the other. All the while hopping or skipping. Definitely looks like play. She hears the car and dances off into the woods.
Around the next curve a small group of deer are munching at the edge of the road.
Feels like confirmation.
We exit the dirt road. Go through the 3 construction delays. Get back to Revelstoke for wifi. Look for where we’re going to spend the night further down the road.
Options are a rest stop, and Wapta Falls Recreation. A 2 site spot looking at the falls. The rest stop is just a truck parking spot along the freeway.

The road east out of Revelstoke.
We find Wapta Falls Rec, about 8km off Hwy 1, and the 2 spots are full. I drive further down the road and find another 2 spot Rec spot on Fraser Creek. We stay here.

This was the most frustrating day of the trip so far. Wanting a place to hike, maybe overnight. Not finding an easy answer for that. Trying to make it work anyway. Not listening to my inner compass that quietly, “Pass.” The feeling that I need to be covering miles to get to friend, family, Vermont. I can feel that my internal combustion engine was running hotter. Good to notice. Part of this is freeway driving. When I get to Medicine Hat, I’m going to look at the possibility of shifting back to smaller roads. Moving through life in little towns instead of blowing past on the 4-lane.