Thar She Blows! Moose Jaw Thar She Blows! Moose Jaw Maybe 40 years ago now, my brother Jan and I watched a movie called ‘Saskatchewan’. More precisely, if memory serves, it was called Saskatchewan. I don’t remember what compelled us to watch it, but I figure it...
What Goes Up What Goes Up Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to be here until Sunday. Unable to make the 36 km to Princeton in one day, I decided that a relatively easy day would help ease some of the aches and pains that the last 155 km...
Alone Not Lonely Alone Not Lonely Late yesterday afternoon, the shore team found me much farther along than expected. Last seen, I was bent head-down, grinding uphill measuring progress not in miles but meters the work made harder by the switchbacking, shoulderless road. In sailing terms, I had...
Winter Wonderland Winter Wonderland There wasn’t supposed to be 5 ft of snow on the sides of the road. Or nothing but snow in the forecast. Or -4 C at night. Hearing that it had snowed back home on Gabriola didn’t make me feel any better. Last night,...
Sunshine Valley to Cayuse Flats Sunshine Valley to Cayuse Flats Left. Right. Left. Right. Head down, feet forward. Just keeping moving one step at a time. Count to 100. Repeat. Wind. Snow. Sleet. Repeat. 24 kms up and down. But mostly up for 24kms. Left. Right. Left. Right. ** Posted by...
Had I Only Knowed Had I Only Knowed Apparently I could have skipped the whole Fraser River/Hope Hump thing and started here. As the sign would have me believe, the adventure starts here. What exactly here is, however, seems a bit suspect. Other than the sign, there’s precious...
Sometimes You Just Have To Ask Sometimes You Just Have To Ask Already famous for all the wrong reasons after crossing the Highway 9 bridge to Agassiz, Leah figured to let the local constabulary in Hope know of my plan to walk from Hope to Princeton towing...
Not As Advertised Beautiful green pastures do not always come as advertised. This shot is the morning after a miserable night is sheeting rain that turned this patch if green into a puddle and gale force winds that blew the tent down twice. The spot was suspect...
Hope Springs Eternal Apparently, it’s only 32 km to the eternal springs of Hope. If only Juan Ponce de Leon had known, perhaps he would have abandoned Florida for BC. Hope has always been a bit enigmatic for me. Greek mythology tells us that curiosity got the...