Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Supernatural BC

I've spent the last week and a half driving through the mountainous regions of Supernatural British Columbia.  The trees danced from the waves of the winds and moisture driven particles of sand while the asphalt of the roads bent willfully to the rocks of craters and seismic settling.  I often drifted into zones of silence, only looking ahead at the vortex of time I bent through the windshield.  Great glaciers first carved their way through the plunders, guiding the paths to river valleys and crashing inlets and islets.  It finally settled into the vast openness of the great depths and mysteries below the sea.  A welcoming home to the gravitational forces of Earth.

In amongst the vast regions of mountains and rivers are hidden fantasy wonderlands of Sasquatch, Ogopogo and Woodland Hunters -- all alive with the ever lasting answer to the paradoxical questioning of trees chirping echoes of sounds as they fall...  The creases of valleys bends boulders into dust providing safe haven and walking trails to the wolves and cougars who prey on the weak and mindless... As howls and growls go unheard, the desertification of a Plateau's Peaks is commencing, fueled by the particular appetite of a juice from a Pine - Bettlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice made this bug appear and suck from the teet of a precious resource.   But as deserts go, the rain will always fall, bringing shrubs and grubs to a landscape full of rivers and hatching grounds - spawning the answer to another puzzling question - the intelligence of fish - the Salmon of the mighty Fraser swim against the grain in an effort to raise their hands... 

Having sculpted boundaries across a Cascadia of mountain ranges, the region swept the dreams of Thomas Jefferson into visions of ecotopia - an independent republic of the Pacific.  Movements and interest still burst forth (see the aforementioned Cascadia movement) as if Andorrans wrote scripts of Independence and set them to Sea through the Ariege and Garonne.   But the latest political plight of freedom and independence involves the use of river and valleys for renewable power - pushing the brinks of the watersheds to its capacities with its dams.   Cascadia will never rule the lands as long as the spirits of the Natives still haunts their pasts...

Smadderings of settlements stamped their grounds in the wilderness as the chase for gold swept across the valleys faster than Donovan Bailey won the 100m dash... Churches run silent on days of the busy, while ramblings of teachings still preach in the farmhouse as Sunday dresses are pleated and pressed.  The life of Supernatural BC was taught well to many who settled in the forays of forests - all in the upper compressed regions of the higher altitudes to keep the mind tightly wrapped in a knot.  

Settling into the coast and diving into the depths of sea level, the Artisans honed their crafts of culture in the attempt to tax and tour tourists through the washing coves and caves of dark sunlight hidden in corners of every nook and cranny carved out in the ocean.   Whales and seagulls are free to see, but the trip may cost you a little... Yet the carved society built on the Left Coast was one that preached renewability, ecological balance with economic prosperity - a carving so delicate and balanced the Nuu-Chah-Nulth spirits seem to have provided its Supernatural blessing...  The Rainforests stood tall in defiance to the Gods of Poseidon and brought life on their own terms - an evolutionary masterpiece of diversity and divergence... and nonetheless devoid of touristic intentions to pave and produce profit - the 500 cm of rain throughout the year keeps the Snow Angels and Sun Bunnies out for a good proportion... 

The time spent out there was a nice disconnection from the constant traffic I hear day in and day out... It was as if the plug that I had tied into the wall of modern society was pulled and the noises in my head seized to chatter - the neurons relaxed into a state of mindless obliviance of annoyances and stresses - only ocean breezes and crashing waves... a supernatural experience...


  1. Glad you enjoyed it CC only thing better than travelling through it is to live here.
    My Dad used to say it rains so damn much you have to empty the swimming pool. The part I like best is the quiet at the end of the day.
    Keep boasting, keep posting11

  2. Yes very much indeed, although it would have been nice to spend more time than I had down there... the quiet was by far the nicest