I woke shortly after 5 this morning and felt that what I had embarked on was crazy. However, nothing to be done for it but get up, have a cup of motel-room coffee, and head back on the road. It was a beautiful morning, and once again there was the grandeur of mountain and valley.

I need to say that I very much enjoy residing where I do, in the most southerly and westerly corner of the B.C. mainland, but, growing up on and living so much of my life on the prairies, the mountains of B.C., spectacular as they are, are not just a geographical barrier but a psychological one for me as well. So when I emerged, after several hours, into the plains of Alberta (Pincher Creek area) it was like a big inner exhale. The light both paler and brighter, the horizon visible, and there no obstacle to get over and around. Muted tones of brown, gold, green. Ah-h-h-

My “listen” today was the intro and chapter one of Rachel Held Evans’ Inspired, and then the 10-episode series, The RFK Tapes, described as “a trip down a rabbit hole surrounding the assassination of Senator Robert F. Kennedy.” I remember that event of 1968 but had no idea there were so many fascinating aspects to the story. After a while I felt it was veering into conspiracy theory but in the end the host backed firmly away.

I’m staying this evening and night in Swift Current with my lovely niece Tori, a midwife, and her dog Charlotte.