|At the Sinixt First Nations Barter Fair- Slocan Valley|
I had heard about a woman with a secluded private property with a few cabins, camping, and hot springs, about twenty minutes out of town, and I felt intrigued. I decided I would see about staying there for a night to bask in the seclusion and the hot springs. The entrance way was steep, and it looked as though there were a few private cabins tucked away. There was no main reception area making it difficult to find the owner, and when I did find her she greeted me with a gruff tone and seemed confrontational. She wondered why I had come to her land. I was so excited by the hot springs and quiet space that I disregarded her tone.
She proceeded to tell me that the only tenting spot I could access, without having a 4X4 vehicle, was a wide open piece of rugged flat land, covered in debris from the fallen mountain side, overlooking the Kootenay lake. It was a beautiful spot though very exposed. I prepared my tent and cooked up some food while the owner filled one of her tubs down the hill with fresh hot mountain spring water straight from the Great Mother. I began to notice a sharp shift in the weather, the wind started to get brisk, and so I fastened my tent with a bunch of big boulders I found around the area.
I basked in the hot spring for about two hours. At times it was so hot, I saw stars. It was one of the most cleansing experiences. I felt at one with nature as I lay flat out on the wooden deck surrounding the tub and looked up at the sky. The day became night as I played in and out of the hot tub, and the wind had softened.
When I felt complete I headed back up the hill to my camping area with flashlight in hand, and I noticed the wind began swirling again. I was blissed out from the hot springs and when I reached my tent I nestled into it and began to read my book. Suddenly, I found myself nearly turned on my side by a massive gust of wind. I was shaken to my core. It was tornado-like. I felt like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz being swept away by the wind!
I won't go into all the details, though at that moment I knew I had to make a choice. I managed to get my tent into my car and then proceeded to the cabin where the owner said she would be, and she was nowhere to be found! As I stood there in the dark, with the owners' dogs barking, and the wind howling, not knowing what to do at this point, I decided to leave. I drove back to into the nearest town and found a safe shelter for the evening.
The next morning I discovered the damage. My tent had a bunch of tears in it, and my towel was missing; it had been swept up by the wind. I was a bit in shock at the power of Nature. I suppose on some level, I saw the warning signs and I chose to overlook them. I realize that now, and this morning, with the guidance of my Tarot cards, I made a new plan.
|I love this early morning photo at the Sinixt Barter Fair|
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