Farms and Horses
The road widens as it turns east becoming the Yellowhead Highway. Perhaps for a while t least the deep forest is behind me. I don’t see much bear scat as on the Cassiar. East of Smithers large horse and dairy farms stretch for miles. Fields green with a new ay crop sway in the wind. The temperature rises to 75 degrees as I make my way through the calm Bulkey Valley. I begin to write the day of the week in my log as I feel myself slowly losing touch with reality.
Farms and Horses