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Hope, in the Face of Danger

Hope. A simple word to speak of our dreams, our desires.

We had a day filled with hope one day last summer. I have shared this story previously but I hope you enjoy it once again.  It started as an ordinary day. Our travels took us into the mountains between Lively and Barkerville in the BC interior. We hoped to drive to Barkerville on the scenic backroads. The old “Goldrush Trail”.

The hour was late. We found a wonderful free campsite at Ladies Lake. We had high hopes for a quiet evening in front of the campfire.

Hoping for a fire

The evening sky had cleared giving us hope of a sunny day to drive over the mountains.

Great hope for tomorrow.

The fire lit, we enjoyed a quiet evening watching the sun go down and listening to the loons.

We woke up early the next morning, anxious for the day ahead. We looked forward to each new day with great anticipation  as we travelled the country.  After breakfast, instead of hitting the road right away, we decided on a change of pace.  I tried my hand at panning for gold, hoping to strike it rich. We were in Gold rush country afterall.

Bored with sifting through the dirt, we were soon back on the road. A sign on the road scared me and I hoped we were not making a mistake.  There is a bit of confusion in the directions, still, we had hope.

74 km to where? Which way to Barkerville? and where is Grizzly Creek?

We hoped to be in Barkerville before dinner. More confusing signs. Then the rain started. What more could go wrong on this day that started with such hope, such promise

Oh no!

Deactivated? Really? Can they do that to a road?

A few kilometers along the “deactivated” road a bit of a problem blocked our way.

A tree slide?

After this, we were still hopeful. Then more trouble.

There is nothing we can't handle.

We had determination and hoped no more rocks would block our path. Troubles kept presenting themselves. Was this a sign? Should we turn around?

Hope won the day and we carried on… until…. trouble again. This time we could only hope. We were very close to our destination. We did not want to turn around now.

Half the road washed away. Was the remaining part still safe to drive on?

This time, our hope turned to prayers. Hope was not enough to keep our heavy van from causing the fragile road from crumbling beneath  our wheels. I looked over the edge. It was a very long way to the valley below.

Squeeze past the barriers.

God is good and the crumbling road held. The rain stopped and a rainbow of hope appeared in the sky.  Within a few minutes, we arrived “safe and sound”, back into civilization. Our hope renewed.

Hope renewed.

I have posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope