|Joffre Lakes in British Columbia.|
With the exception of what tv meteorologists have come to call "monsoonal flow" here in Southern California and the general slime it creates on the skin, so far our summer hasn't been unbearable. Until the past several days. As I write this, our outside temperature is around 102. My wits left hours ago.
I learned about the Joffre Lakes a few days ago when my son's friend, a Vancouver resident for just a year, sent him her photos and description of the hike to reach them. I've never seen bodiea of water that color. While I shiver in the winter when we are a mild 59 degrees, I no longer have any tolerance for heat. Our living room air conditioning unit, which I bless with all my heart, does its best. Southern California Edison calls me often with its "budget assistance alerts," telling me how far beyond my ideal bill I've surged. Images of elsewhere become refuge.
What a remarkable planet we inhabit. That a place as stunning as the Joffre Lakes isn't one of the seven wonders of the natural world speaks of our abundance. While pondering the list, I may take mental holidays to Victoria Falls, Mt. Everest and the Great Barrier Reef. On days such as we've just experienced, my childhood wading pool would be every bit as enticing.