Just added the Snake River to my list of places to visit. There’s plenty of other things I would like to check out in Wyoming, so this fits in nicely.
Currently showing at the Equinox Gallery here in Vancouver.
Through the hard work of my wife—and the generous recognition of her company—we’ve managed to score a quick trip to Maui next week. It will be our first trip back since getting married there in 2005, and yes, I know how cliché a wedding in Hawai’i sounds, but I’m a Canadian and she’s a Kiwi, so it was an obvious middle ground.
We’ve lined up some surfing and some paddleboarding, the rest of the time will be devoted to relaxation and plate lunches. Goodbye rain.
Like everyone else, I fell in love with the notion of the southwest through the works of Edward Abbey. Must visit again.
Having spent most of my life in Alberta and much of it in Calgary, I am very familiar with the place names and natural features shown in this map detail. In my mind’s eye I can see the frozen waterfall on the east face of Cascade Mountain. I can see the near vertical line etched into the mountain opposite the turn off to what was Sunshine Lodge. I can see the Elk grazing in the fields south of the airport. I wish I could return more often.
Every Burns Night, I find myself thinking back to 1998 and my trip to Scotland. Shortly after arriving in Glasgow, I embarked on a 4-day hike along the last half of the West Highland Way, from Bridge of Orchy to Fort William. Almost every other hiker we saw was having their gear trucked from hotel to hotel, but we carried our packs and tent across the moors up and down the passes of the highlands. It was a tiring, amazing experience through a beautiful landscape.
Tonight I made a very simple version of Cock-a-leekie soup and bannock. The kids and I ate a comforting meal, listened to The Tannahill Weavers and talked about visiting Scotland to do a little camping, hiking and exploring. My son had two bowls of soup, my daughter said she loved the music and I have no doubt they would both enjoy Scotland. I love dreaming with my kids.
Every year, friends of ours organize a group trip to Manning Provincial Park, a mountain park of over 70,000 hectares just a few hours east of Vancouver. It’s a winter wonderland with downhill skiing, nordic skiing, snowshoeing, skating, tobogganing… add a cabin, good friends, food, drink and you can start to see why we go every year.
It doesn’t snow very often in Vancouver, but I love it every time it does.
One big advantage of living is Vancouver is the ability to go from house to forest in about 20 minutes. Yesterday we went for a short walk in Lynn Valley, next to the Lower Seymour Conservation Reserve. It was a cool, drizzly, grey day—a picture-perfect example of winter in the Pacific Northwest.
My holidays are officially over and I’m headed back to the office tomorrow, but we had an amazing time. Here are some photos.