I have some pretty vivid memories of traveling in northern British Columbia, even though the last journey was quite a few years ago. When you are high within the mountain range of British Columbia, you do feel as though you are in God’s Country. The peaks towering far above your head are just as steep as the swirling chasms and tundra drifts swirling below your sight. There is a stillness in the passage, disturbed only by the droning motor of your vehicle. Even the birds that flutter here and there or the creatures that lift their heads from grazing seem surprised at the rude interruption of noise into their sanctuary. Here is the consciousness of your smallness, your insignificance within the Universe. Here, a voice seems to surround you, asking sternly why you are here. Areas so vast, so wrapped in solitude were meant to humble us. They aren’t just a test of our mettle and skill, but our ability to absorb the vision of something far more powerful than we are, a place where time is lost in transitory dimensions, where space has its limits only in imagination and where gods thunder on brooding horizons.