It’s hard to think straight when the sky has brain fog
I’m referring to smoke, of course.
fraser river
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Back to the Old Ways
We are parked alongside the highway, joining the throngs of cars parks on either side of this busy road, as far as the eye can see. We hike through a lush, green forest, the path occasionally littered with the evidence of humans that have come before (and blackberry brambles, from which we feast). Finally, we…