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In the rear view mirror are twenty-five hundred kilometers, a great deal of which were earned over the last two days while traveling through the untamed mountains and sweeping valleys of Northern BC. Before that, 35 hours on ferries, sailing past islands untouched by time, where the unhurried rhythm of the voyage invited both peace and gratitude for this boundless country we are so fortunate to call home. Home is never more beautiful than after a journey. To know both the joy of wandering and the peace of returning is one of life’s rarest gifts. This is a privilege I will never take lightly.