Lights in the Valley

We were somewhere around Nesters, on the north edge of Whistler, when the whining began to take hold.
“Are we therrrrrrre yet?”
To his credit, we were coming up on 10 p.m., well past my eight-year-old son’s usual bedtime.
“Almost, bud; power through. It’s gonna be worth it, Vallea Lumina!!!”
I hoped I was telling the truth. Vallea Lumina—lights in the valley. A forest adventure hung on a story about two hikers who’d disappeared in coastal rainfores