We were now in ranch land, cattle country.
And what is more photogenic than an old weathered rail fence overgrown with sage brush.
Fences and park benches are always crying out to be photographed, so I accommodate them.
The road began to rise above the valley floor and the views became more panoramic. We were close to the peak of colour in this cowboy country. What great timing!
The remains of an old homestead cabin peaking between the trees.
And I cannot get enough of the sagebrush.
A fire damaged pine stump frames the Nicola river below and a stand of Poplar gives colour to the drab surroundings.
A colourful stand of yellow Poplar running up a small valley behind a modern day ranch house. Every curve and rise in the road offered a new photo opportunity. A little more sun would have been nice, but the light was not too bad. It was still warm in this high country and we were able to ignore the "Carry Chains Beyond This Point" signs. The winters here are cold. Tomorrow, a most beautiful abandoned log cabin.
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