Got a handful of lightening, a hat full of rain.

Inside and out, the copper mine,

where packrats rest.

Home. It's... delightful. Got to spend five days in Fernie before driving to Vancouver, and Fernie is the best place to call home. It's so beautiful, and every time I come back to it I ask myself if I really have to leave.

End of August, and we did some adventuring. Mainly, I spent time with my family because that's all I wanted to do. Dad took us to an old copper mine above Burton Lake, and we ventured in with our homemade torches to check out the spooky tunnel.

I find it remarkable that in the 20s and 30s men used to hike up here, and pack out copper ore down the mountain side. Our notion of what it means to 'work' has truly transformed.

My sister also took us to the high school to practice our pottery skills (or lack of). I've come to terms with the fact that she is highly talented in numerous ways, including art, and I like that she had the patience to teach us a bit about using the pottery wheel. Dad didn't do too bad either. I love my Dad. He's so adorable and as I get older I want to be around him more and more.

A bunch of berry pickers. And pancakes.. mmm!

Then we went raspberry picking with our friends Derek and Sarah at Coal Creek. Crawling up into the bank in search of raspberries and we came up lucky - no encounters with hungry bears and lots of berries. So much, in fact, that when we got home Mom fed us a good feed of pancakes and bacon, and the berries ended up on top with some sweet maple syrup.

I can't help but want to go back home all the time. I grew up here. How lucky am I? Mom and Dad, if you sell the house, sell it to me. I'd be happy to just stay home.

the best part - the waterfall. Hidden treasures.

- Norah Jones.