~ Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
I have had a love affair with the Slocan Valley for 32 years now. My mother drove me up here for the first time in 1986 to start my job as the community swim instructor, and when we drove around the Cape for the first time and saw the expanse of the lake and the rugged mountains to the west, I felt the significance of the moment without realizing what it was. My mother knew. She had been up here for business many times, and said later she knew I had to experience it too.
The water is like velvet. Despite its frigid temperatures most of the year, I can’t wait to dip in at the very beginning of each visit.
I fell in love all over again with the deep greens and cliffs that plunged hundreds of feet down into the depths of the lake and the small sandy beaches and the huge rocks to sun myself on post-swim. Here comes a big photo dump because I don’t know how to put into words what I feel when I’m there.