You ever have one of those days?

Our life, to be blunt, has been somewhat in the hellish range of fun for the last month or so. Stress. Cancer. Death. Surgery. Funeral. Sickness. You know, all those fun words that suck the very life out of you.

Shel and I decided that we needed a FUN day. Somehow, someway we needed a day with the boys that was not the same. We needed to just forget, even for a little while, that which is all consuming at the moment.

We packed up the boys (and their associated 6 bags of snacks) and the dogs, called some good friends and headed out into the local wilderness. Farwell Canyon, found down a lonely ranch road, is a place of amazing beauty where a hundred or more years ago some Pioneers set up a homestead, and for many more hundreds of years before that, the First Nations People of the Chilcotin River have dip netted for salmon there. Its a majestic place surrounded by hoodoos and pictographs and to be along the river inspires awe.

From down below along the river we could see tiny people on the edge of what appeared to be a sand dune. We have heard of the mystical sand dunes of the area from other locals for many years, but neither my friend Max who has lived in the area most of her life, nor we, had ever been able to find them.

To all of us that sounded like an adventure we could not resist. And without a doubt it was worth every single moment. What we found, nestled in the wild mountains was something that I can not describe in a way that does it justice. What it was was a natural sand dune in the middle of a range of mountains that cradles a gorgeous, winding river. Follow the trail through the sage bushes (watching for ticks the whole way!) and what you discover is this amazing, glorious, absolutely unmatchable piece of wilderness that makes you remember how Glorious a world we live in. And remember we did.

And I didn't think of cancer once while I was there and that is a gift in itself.