MyDreamWalk

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

The Spellbinding Fraser Canyon

The rushing, raging, thundering Tompson River glistens to my left, hundreds of feet off of a sheer cliff. High above, along a tree barren mountain slope, a long, long freight train trudges its way around the great river. Trucks, giant motor homes, and cars race by me, too close for comfort, on the near shoulder less highway.

Up I march again enduring the steep climbs and sun. I carry extra water but by the time there is a downhill the water bottle is dry. Yet the beauty, the elegance, the sheer wonderness of this long canyon makes me pray to God in thanksgiving for having the opportunity to race walk here.

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