FOREWORD Further in the Alpine
During my first season working in Kokanee Glacier Provincial Park I started journalling. It was born of a deep love for the alpine, and my desire to express this love in the form of art. Making visual art has been my happy place since I was a child; call it my love language. Every day that I lived and worked in Kokanee Glacier Park in 2021, I made illustrations in my journal. I wrote next to these drawings for the memories of it.
Pausing, observing and exploring every detail of something I treasure turned out to be more valuable for me than I could have ever imagined. And not only for me, because what I have learned since is that it has been meaningful for others too. I published that first journal after some encouragement, and still feel humbled by the responses that I continue to receive.
During my second work season I knew I wouldn’t have as much free time, so I decided not to journal. It turned out that my days weren’t the same without keeping my journal; they had less value somehow. It was almost as if I was less present in the Park altogether. I ended up journalling on the occasional day, still carrying my pen and notebook with me on the trails, but by the end of the season I only had a handful of entries.
My third season at Kokanee Glacier Park approached. Could I journal again? I was now an active board member of the Slocan Lake Arts Council, which I knew would take up most of my free time. Our responsibilities in the park had also gotten bigger, with our roles changed from park ambassadors to park operators. My work season started, and I journalled on my second and third day in the Park, still unsure about what to do. I skipped journalling for the next two days, and it just didn’t feel right. I realized that I was longing for my journal, for that deeper connection with my surroundings, no matter how full my days might be.
So here we are! Two journals, same person, same concept, same pen, same alpine, same job. Yet it didn’t turn out to be the same, keeping this second journal has been very different indeed.
We tend to repeat things that we love, and we might expect the experience to be similar too. But is it ever? Three years ago I saw a grizzly at a pond near Kokanee Glacier Cabin. I still walk almost daily by that pond, and each time when I approach it I expect to see that bear again. I haven’t of course, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to relive that beautiful experience. Then, some years later, I saw a porcupine as I came to the pond. Different, but wonderful. My first journal is the grizzly, this second journal the porcupine.
Journaling this year wasn’t the same as before. Things change; I’ve changed. The Park, on the other hand, is still as beautiful as always. To me, everything makes sense up there; it is pure and simple. The alpine is my safe haven in times of doubt.
This season while journalling, I noticed that some real-life challenges started to encroach into my words on the page. Yet the illustrations grounded me; they allowed me to live in the moment and connect with my surroundings. I couldn’t always find the time for my journal during the day, so I solved this by taking photographs in moments that I would have liked to pause and draw. Later at night in the cabin I would then draw from that photograph and relive the moment. These illustrations often have more detail as a result, since I wasn’t limited by my minimal tolerance for mosquitoes, starting rain, new arriving guests, freezing hands, or outhouses waiting to be cleaned. Admittedly, it did make for some shorter sleeps. Staying loyal to my journal, also through the challenging days, enabled me to keep seeing the wonders and beauty around me, to stay in touch with myself and nature, and to continue to be inspired.
I feel incredibly grateful for all my time spent in nature and for those moments in which I paused, drew, and wrote. This second journal is a work of dedication—to the arts, to the alpine, and to the pursuit of our passions. I hope that it may serve as an inspiration for others.
Thank you, Kokanee, for all you are.