I last visited Contact Creek Lodge when my best friend was still alive, Mark Allen Siebert, who bought a parcel of land, north on the Alaska Highway, not far from here. At the time, his Uncle owned and operated this Lodge along with his family. The thermometer was hovering around minus 25° c and snowing heavily. Mark and I drove down to the lodge and picked up a few this items and then drove back to his house for the night. My friend Wes and I were here at my friend Mark's place while on a moose hunting trip, and went down further beyond Mark's and into the highland valley. Staying there for a few days we woke up to constant snow falling, saw huge grizzly tracks, saw moose in the middle of the night travelling almost right thru our campsite, of course being awoken by the sound of two bull moose crashing thru the willows and bush is enough to wake anyone. The nights would be so beautiful with the skies clearing, the northern lights dancing across the horizon made for a awe inspiring thought of just how amazing this creation of Earth really is. How we have such a beautiful place that is unbearably small to what is beyond our wildest dreams, out there, somewhere in time, yet unreachable for now, to be able to see in thru my eyes, what's been given to us as human beings baffles me at how many can take so much for granted. How delicate this place is yet so untamed and beautifully pristine. I am truly blessed to have had the time to see this area, to have and had a friend in Mark, forever. I miss him alot, but I know he is always around me, with me, in my heart. I shall never forget the times we shared since we first met. I cherish every minute of those times and carry you in my heart always, my friend. I will see you again someday, when my time comes to move on from here to wherever it is we go. Rest in peace my friend, your friend always.
Jonathan Paul Grayshon