Emory Creek BC Canada

We pulled into Emory Creek in the late afternoon. After traveling and feeling exhausted from 10 fun filled days in the city we were ready for some soul cleansing with Mother Nature. We weren't at our spot for long when the thunder began to roll. Sid is terrified of thunder. She completely freaks out and is uncontrollable. She pants and paces and wants someone to hold all 180 pounds of her. As much as we all love a good beautiful thunder storm we were happy when it passed rather quickly so Sid could calm down. We enjoyed a lovely few peaceful minuets and then the fireworks started. Ty and I looked at each other both thinking the same thing. That we needed to get the hell out of this place. Sid started freaking out again. At this point in time we happened to be out on a walk and ran into someone who showed us a little path leading down to the river. Had we been at the motorhome we probably would have packed up right then and there. But we decided to take the path. Through the lush thick forest, over a little hill and down the other side lay one of the most roaring rivers we have ever seen. The Frasier River. It was vast and wide, moving at an astounding speed. Where the trail met the river was a nice little beach. The kids and Sid got straight to business throwing rocks in the water and playing in the sand. Sid went for a swim. Ty and I sat down to let the river help wash away the day. After a few minutes we saw a giant sturgeon. The way it moved the water and the sound it made, had we been near the ocean we would have thought it was a great white shark. It had to have been a thousand pounds. We couldn't believe it. Then we looked up to see two bald eagles fighting for a fish. They soared away as we sat there in awe knowing that we were exactly where we were supposed to be. In the wild.