This past weekend Shane, Steph and I went for a grand adventure. We packed our bags with sleeping bags and tents. We carved walking sticks, and laced up our boots. We drove into Hope and then 40kms into the Skagit Valley until we finally reached our trail. The hike was magnificent, the forest inspiring. It was the most beautiful hike/walk/sight I'd ever seen. It took 11.5kms and 3.5 hours of bushwhacking, balancing, shimmying, gawking and general traipsing through incredible (and incredibly diverse) forest before we reached our campsite at Delacy Wilderness Camp. We were lucky enough to see the wild rhododendrons in bloom, and wildflowers galore throughout our hike. We spotted snakes and harlequin ducks and two very rowdy dogs. We heard no cars/trucks/airplanes/trains/boats for 24 glorious hours. Some of the best hours of my life.
June 10, 2013
May 23, 2013
Oh, we had the best day.
It was our May date, kayaking for the two of us.
We picked what might have been the only Tuesday of the entire year we were both home to take advantage of Tuesday's two for one deal.
It was a cold and very wet morning, dark as can be when we set out on our first adventure kayaking.
The ocean water was salty and and calm in the inlet at Rocky Point.
We paddled to the seals who floundered about on a pad of logs and swam in and out of the water.
A little puppy face popped up right near Shane's boat and tagged a long as we rowed away.
We glided through the rain a few kilometers past factories of sulphur and shuffling trains.
We used our two hours to enjoy our perspective from down on the water.
When we got back to shore my hands were very cold.