The road curved this way and that way through deep, narrow ravines and high mountain ledges. The countryside had some of best scenery British Columbia has to offer - mountain ranges dotted with snow-capped peaks, waterfalls that are rarely seen, glacier carved valleys, and wildlife second to none. Taking all this in was exhilarating, to say the least. My heart was pounding with excitement the entire time I was traveling through this beautiful region that time seemed to have forgotten.
As I stretched my legs, I thanked the driver for the ride and realized it might be awhile before I saw another soul on this desolate stretch of roadway. The sun was setting and most travelers were setting up for a restful night. I looked around for a moment to spy a spot to pitch my tent and prepare for my evening activity of catching some dinner (fresh trout). I found a spot down next to a tributary of the Nass River on the west side of the road. It offered an invitation for the morning sun in the event the temperature dropped below the normal range. .
My tent was pitched, and off to the river I went with my "Popeil Pocket Fisherman." It didn't take long too reel in a nice pan-size rainbow trout; the rivers along this highway seldom got fishing activity. After having dinner on a stick, I settled down with a hot cup of coffee and a magazine I had picked up in a small community store (more like a trading post) in 40 Mile Flats. Still never giving much thought to the population-deficient area, I cleaned up my camp and readied myself for a comfortable night's rest. The sun was fading fast and the temperature was dropping below normal for the Rockies in late September. Snuggled in for the night, I lay restless from the caffeine in the coffee, and not wanting to use my flashlight to read, I lay there thinking and thinking some more while listening to the sounds of the night.
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Crack! A limb breaks nearby, and my heart begins to race.