You might have seen me already, wiggling my toes on the groomed golf fairway.
Or in the corner of your eye, you might have glimpsed my black hair as I ambled through the Riverside Trail.
I thrive on local vegetation — this week’s tomatoes and beans are deliciously sweet — and smoked meats.
My natural habitat is ten hours south of Vanderhoof, but I have travelled earlier and in the opposite direction from the fall migration.
I can usually be spotted creeping through the streets of Vanderhoof with my camera ready, notebook and pen out, or in one of my lairs on West Columbia Street.
Yes, it’s me, the new reporter and editor of the Omineca Express!
Hailing from Vancouver, or more fondly dubbed Raincouver, where water restrictions and hipsters reign at the moment, I have come “up north”, as my friends and family say, to stake claims and seek my fortune.
But I now know Vanderhoof is actually the geographical centre of beautiful British Columbia!
As I was driving in, and having never been ever north of Kamloops — though my mother has tried to remind me of family trips to Barkerville and Williams Lake — I can’t help wonder how green the region is.
The Pacific Ocean waters are now replaced by the seemingly endless sea of forests, and I’m finding comfort in the embrace of the rolling hills, as well blue skies that seem to hang so close to the vast green fields.
I look forward to learning much more about the Nechako Valley and the people, that is YOU! If you see me in the grocery store, please say hi and be ready for an onslaught of curious questioning and inquisitive probing.
If you have a story or an event, a photo and an opinion that shall not be repressed, you know where to find me.
If you want to chat about philosophy, art, and Vancouver hipster culture including craft beer/coffee, I may never stop talking; be warned!
The incoming winter, however…