From the heart of Vancouver's bustling city center, one can swiftly find themselves immersed in the serene woods within a mere 30 to 60 minutes. While the Australians refer to their adventures in the Outback as a "Walkabout," my friends and I in Canada have a different term: "F'ing off for a while." This expression signifies our intention to embrace Mother Nature and bask in the splendor she has to offer.
I consider myself truly fortunate, as nothing can truly replace the countless hours I've spent dwelling amidst the wonders of the great outdoors. The sheer delight of portaging from one lake to another, an act borrowed from the French Canadians involving the transportation of a canoe or boat overland between bodies of water, holds a special place in my heart. In Vancouver, camping is a beloved pastime, and it's not uncommon for people to "F off for a while" on weekends, seeking solace in the embrace of nature, enjoying a few beers, indulging in fishing or hunting, and gathering around the campfire to share tales of the past, reminiscing about the near misses and glorious "catch of the day" that either slipped away or was triumphantly captured, all while discussing the expenses incurred in pursuing this passion for fishing.
Recently, I embarked on one such "F'ing off for a while" journey, heading east on Canadian Highway 1 toward a place I hold dear. This area holds numerous memories for my family—weekend camping trips, fishing expeditions, and dirt biking escapades amidst the forested splendor of the Canadian Cascades. Located approximately an hour east of Vancouver, the drive through the Fraser Valley, with its bountiful farmlands and picturesque mountain ranges, serves as a scenic prelude to this cherished destination.
To reach my special spot, one must navigate through various weekend getaway locations in the lower mainland, including Cultus Lake and the slightly more distant Harrison Hot Springs. Cultus Lake, nestled in Deschutes County, Oregon, is a natural lake formed by a glacier, situated in the beautiful high Cascade Range within the Deschutes National Forest. The name originates from the Chinook Jargon and carries varying meanings, ranging from "bad" or "worthless" to simply "in vain." On the other hand, Harrison Hot Springs captivates visitors with its natural hot springs, sought-after for over a century. These mineral-rich waters are believed to possess therapeutic qualities, inviting visitors to relax and soak in the hot springs either in public pools or private resorts dotting the area.
As I make a turn towards Chilliwack Lake, a magnificent river runs parallel to the road. Its presence serves as a reminder of the countless fishing excursions I've embarked upon, the numerous trout caught, and the delightful meals they've provided. Passing by familiar landmarks, I finally arrive at the very spot where my family once camped. I notice the improvements made to the camping area, including the addition of a pavilion and bathrooms. Stepping out of my car with a fishing rod in hand, I stroll past the very spot where my tent used to stand. The two towering trees that once sheltered my tent from rain still proudly stand tall. Venturing a little farther, I discover a well-trodden trail, one that I've traversed countless times before. This path winds alongside the river, revealing hidden fishing spots that beckon anglers to cast their lines.
During the summer days, the Chilliwack River maintains a rapid 2 to 3 current. However, during the rainy season, it transforms into a rapid 5, with a high likelihood of its surging waters breaching its banks. As I wait patiently for a nibble, fond memories flood my mind—days spent walking the river with my faithful companion, Lucky, as we fished together. There were instances when I'd reel in a trout, only for Lucky to leap up, attempting to snatch it from the fishing line. On a few occasions, her enthusiasm led to an unintended dip in the river, followed by a frantic scramble back to the safety of the riverbanks. I often pondered whether it was the fish Lucky desired or simply the opportunity to frolic in the water. Nevertheless, Lucky always sported a wide, infectious smile. Our most cherished moments involved body surfing down the river, joyfully surrendering ourselves to the rhythm of its waves and currents.
As the day drew to a close, I stumbled upon a river rock with a striking marble-like appearance, deciding to keep it as a memento of this precious experience. Although I didn't manage to catch any fish, what I did acquire were moments of pure nostalgia, reliving an area of profound significance in my life.
Canadian Adventure Journey
Embarking on a new series of travel adventures, I invite you to join me as I share personal anecdotes and captivating moments from my journey back to my beloved home, Vancouver, Canada. Prepare to be captivated by the awe-inspiring natural beauty this region has to offer. I sincerely hope you find joy in this narrative.
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