65 steps.

I have a thing for numbers.

Not like a thing where I’m some sort of math whiz…I just like numbers.

I think I get that from my Dad.

He’s always been one for memorizing lists, bible verses etc.

Do you know how many tunnels you go through on the Number 1 as you head from Hope through the Fraser Canyon?

Seven.

Do you know their names?

Yale, Saddle Rock, Sailor Bar, Alexandra, Hell’s Gate, Ferrabee and China Bar.

Yah…I got only the first four right.

Now…I’ll throw this in for my Dad…here’s a link to the tunnels online.  Who knew??

The 65 steps in the title refer to the 65 exposed aggregate round paving stones from the cemetery parking lot to the Dogwood wall, where then we find Dogwood #41 and remember Chris as the giant cedar trees stand as lookouts, silently breathing life into the atmosphere.  It’s a powerful place.

Why I counted those stones I don’t know…ask my Dad…it’s genetic.

Anyways, 65 is the year I was born and I realized when I was there this weekend that this year I will be 46 and next Jan Chris would have been 19…making the only time our ages would add up to 65.

When I walk on those stones I remember him with every step.