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Describing this place on Live Journal once drew surprise love into Wendy's best friend's life. Even before that, this was Wendy's favourite hike from the Darkside repertoire. The stream at this point is just the right mix of peace and activity.
The particular streamlet where I left Wendy was a few feet away from the rapids, part of them, yet not part of them. Conducting the flow quietly, quickly, and with great depth, yet without diminishing the bright noisy froth nearby. The center of attention, the main falls, is "over there", but visible from here. There is a lot of symbolism here that I'm having difficulty articulating.
Five or eight miles downstream, Gold Creek runs into Alouette Lake - the site of one of the few Darksider campouts that Wendy attended. This was where we learned the essence of Danish cooking -- everything tastes better wrapped in bacon.
Alouette Lake runs into Alouette Creek, Pitt River and then the Fraser River. The Fraser runs about two miles from where Wendy was living when I first met her, and about two miles in a different direction from the townhouse we renovated into perfection for her -- where she got to live for two days.
Further down, the Fraser River splits into two rivers and wraps its arms around Richmond. Wendy grew up in Richmond and always considered herself a Richmond girl. (Toronto? Surrey? No. Vancouver? Well, close enough. Calgary? Maybe eventually, but the time wasn't there.)
The last point of Richmond that the Fraser runs past on its way to the sea is Garry Point, where her stepfather was released two years ago. She missed him deeply, but now has a local guide wherever she is.