Back in the early spring of 2001 I was hiking in the back-country of Golden Ears and the exploring is what I love about a long nature hike. I'm drawn usually to something visually beautiful and unusual, like a manifestation in the colour of the boughs of a tree. A spruce had some golden branches which contrasted with the greens and that drew me closer to that tree, and it wasn't a bug infestation. It was just a genetic gift that nature gives to some plants and animals: and many people who search for rareness like me will share with others and be back. For that Secret Stream I never knew where it lead to, but it held a secret, and presumably fed into Alouette Lake.
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