most mornings i drive from new west to richmond for work. i take river road which winds its way along the mighty fraser. it is not a well used route and most mornings it is tough to count 10 others on the same stretch of asphalt.
the scene is that of mixed use, houses scattered, unplanned homesteads, fields of cranberries, commercial storage yards, a ship builder and various river side abodes looking frozen in time. abandoned vehicles overgrown with the wild vegetation that has been given carte blanc due to the mass available water nearby.
there is a railway bridge marked LuLu island. It is a swing bridge. wooden lattice braces create a webbed vision of the sunrise as you drive west.the tugboats chug along with various items in tow from logs to sulfur. some morning there are herons standing in the shallow edge. some mornings there are fisher people up way early in hopes of a hit. other days, no one crosses my path and i drive alone.
it is peaceful and hard to imagine that just on the other side of the farmers field over ten thousand cars whiz along the volatile stretch of 91.
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