For me, the best part about traveling is just letting go and seeing where the road will take you. Of course, you never let go entirely, but there is a wonderful sense of putting your finely crafted plans aside and just connecting with the rhythm and place of your journey. Today I traveled from Grand Prairie, Alberta, to Fort Nelson, British Columbia, about 370 miles. Not much here, but a wonderful little town, with incredibly friendly people. Why — and how — do people live here, where winter reigns for six months out of the year and temperatures commonly drop to -40? Here’s what the people said when I asked that question: I grew up here; I found a job here; I met my spouse in Edmonton and he’s from here. Why does anyone live anywhere? And yes, on my way to Fort Nelson, I passed a lynx, crossing the road, and two black bears, one sauntering along the highway only 20 yards away. I didn’t have the chance to ask why they chose to live where they did.