As is the case with all good things, they must come to an end. It was time to leave Taku Country.
The ride out.
A flying beaver!
In the co-pilot's seat. No, I didn't fly the plane.
The back of the mountain I scrambled up that morning.
A pond in the mountains.
I think this is where the Nakina flows into the Taku River.
Beautiful country for canoeing.
A big, grey mountain.
A very pointy mountain.
A very lumpy mountain.
The pilot. Man! That's great canoeing country!
With defensible terrain like this, it's no wonder the Tlingit were able to control the trade with interior peoples.
An orangey mountain.
A bald mountain.
Cascades from afar.
A closer look at the cascades.
How amazing would it be to hike on this mountain?
Can you feel the love?
An alpine water supply.
Back in the lowlands.
What the heck is this formation all about?
Back at Atlin Lake.
A placer mining operation.
Coming into Atlin, with Minto Mountain in the distance.
If all good things must come to an end, at least the same can be said about bad things.
My Pop is out of intensive care.
My Granny, who is still in a care home, is eating better than she has in ages.
My Mum is still helping my grandparents wrap up some odds and ends, but life is a little easier now that my Pop is out of the hospital.
My friend has managed to make some progress in dealing with his unfaithful wife.
Jade is still having seizures, but they're not as bad as they were even a week ago.
I guess that sometimes we need those tough times to fully appreciate the good times. And when those good times come to an end, we'll always have our memories to help us though the next time things get a little rough.
Here's to making more good memories...