I like to compare the mountains around Vancouver to Narnia. In 30 minutes, you can go from the chilly, misty rain of the city into a stunning world of snow-heavy cedar and pine that is never really predictable from one moment to the next. It’s like stepping through the wardrobe. I can imagine the ravens, with their intelligent eyes, purposeful movements and strength of spirit as being masters of their domain in the heights, this real-world Narnia.
The delight of going “up” never wears off. Today was beautiful, with blue skies, fresh air and wonderful company. On the top of Mount Seymour, mist began to slowly roll into the peaks, creating an eerie view of distant landscapes with ravens flying in and out of focus.