In this the age of instant communication, my daughter who lives in the interior British Columbia town of Lillooet, has only one way to leave town (for example to visit us in Vancouver) and this is with her SUV.

In his wisdom, former BC Premier, Gordon Campbell sold BC Rail to CNN. They almost instantly dissolved train service to the interior. Lillooet has a lovely train station. The train never stops there and Greyhound and other bus companies ended their service, too.

For bad medical problems citizens of Lillooet have the choice of driving (or being driven) to the bigger Kamloops or to Vancouver.

And there is something else. My daughter Ale is renovating her house that sits almost on a one acre piece of land. She was going to re-floor it when she realized that any company that had the adequate material would not ship to Lillooet. Ale bought her flooring ( a metric ton of it) at Windsor Plywood in Chilliwack.

Enter here into this story, her 78-year-old father, who volunteered to drive a large truck with the flooring. Fortunately going, I had the pleasure of my younger daughter Hilary who wanted to spend a week with her sister. With both of us wearing our facemasks we drove by Canada Highway 1 to Chilliwack, then past Hope and then took the turn off to Lytton. From Lytton there is curvy road to Lillooet. I managed, as I did, driving back the same way on my own.

Lytton (vies with Lillooet as the hottest place in Canada in the summer) has a special significance for me:

The Blood Mixes Inside my Heart 

Kevin Loring 

The Pleasure of Seeing Her Again 
Stopping a train at Cisco Bridge

In Lillooet we found Ale in the midst of removing the old carpeting with her deft assistants Kio and Makiyah. They unloaded the flooring and some plants my Rosemary had sent along. By the time we had taken a portrait of all of us with the Dodge Ram, my Rosemary had already nagged that we take the photograph.

I sat with my two daughters for an hour and a half. I marvelled at that bond that sisters have that I will never understand and enjoy. But knowing that it exists and being aware of my enjoyment is what counts.

I drove home enjoying the hot (30 Celsius) air and I had plenty of time to count my chickens and to realize how lucky I am.