Into the Dawn

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of horses, I drew horses, I was obsessed with horses. I lived in Quesnel, on a small acreage and I prayed and prayed that one day I could have a horse. When I was 12, my parents told me that I could have a horse if IContinue reading “Into the Dawn”

Chilcotin Blues

To get out of my little village of Bella Coola, we have to drive a crazy gravel road, dubbed by locals as “The Hill”. The Hill is a notoriously steep, unpaved stretch of Highway 20 that connects the Chilcoltin Plateau to the Bella Coola Valley. The 43-kilometre road ascends some 1,800 metres with grades asContinue reading “Chilcotin Blues”