Glacier fed. Blue green. Tumbling out of the Rockies on its 781 km journey to the Columbia River at Castlegar. Steep banked and strewn with rapids. Few things in life are the cliché of “world...
It’s strange to think of something so large beginning here. In a spot in front of you. Bubbling out of the ground from deep springs on this moody morning of yawning sky and red-hued sunrise.