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Soon we were crossing over the mighty Fraser River, full of logs rafted at the surface. As the primary source of Chinook salmon for the Southern Community orcas, I imagined the spawning salmon making their way upriver as we continued into wooded canyons. Destination: Salmo; this name implied salmon, so, as only fair when discussing these fish, I fasted for the long journey, unable to sleep as we made our way across the Province all night. By the end, I falsely concluded that chinook made their way from the sea up the Fraser to the Salmo River; actually the Salmo River is behind the dams of the Columbia River. As the sun rose and I realized we were back in yet another steep set of heavily-wooded mountains, we entered the queue at the entrance for an estimated six hour wait. The heat started to pick up, and AC was not an option in this dust. I continued to sit there quietly as we continued uphill for several kilometers. We then rolled on to the inner valley of the ranch, to the site of the tent city under construction for the Music Festival. Finally at the end of the line, we disembarked, grabbing our bags and starting out walking for the trees. The ‘Camp Solo’ sign hanging in a little grove near the Southern border caught my eye, becoming my cue to set up camp. Traversing to the very back, I pitched the tent and threw my items inside to get into residence mode. Let the Games of Lugh begin! Not in the mood to push it, I instead took a little tour to collect my bearings. The spot was sweet, with tents lining pathways between music stages all bounded by the River, easily accessible for wading and revelry. As the sun set I headed into the tent for a much-needed night’s rest – with no sound systems active on this ‘early-bird’ night, this was the best opportunity for sleep in the foreseeable future.