Glacier National Park, B.C.

It was a rainy night at Glacier National Park, and I wound up spending the night… well, the poem says it all really. I left this one at the wash-station in Illecillewaet campground.

Merritt, B.C.

The town of Merritt seemed empty and quiet, but the campground outside it was full of travelers. I left this poem on a park bench next to a gorgeous little creek.