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After a week and a half of going insane trying to sell my van, Deckers said 'Stu, let's go hiking'.. and so we did.
Two days of glacial mayhem, sweat, port, and canned chilli. Mmmm yeah we smelled good.
Anyway, click read more for the story.
It was with a weird sense of excitement and relief that I crossed back into Canada. The time in the States was awesome, I had so much fun, but it never really felt like MY country - it always felt like it was a little too different to be normal.
Canada, on the other hand, feels like home, and so it was a sense of homecoming that I crossed the border back to the Great White North.
Click read more to see just how flipping rad Canada is in summer!
Sorry about the title. That's horrible. Even I cringed and I wrote it.
For those without a mental map of Western Canada (i.e most of the Southern Hemisphere and most Americans), just off the coast of Vancouver is a big-arsed island, creatively named Vancouver Island. On Vancouver island lies the capital of BC, Victoria (oh wow, that's original). To get between the cities you need to get a ferry, and not some pansy Sydney ferry, I'm talking baby cruise ship size.
Anyway, it's an hour and a half from Vancouver Island to the mainland and the ferry winds its way through the Gulf Islands to get there, giving stoked first-time passengers (like myself) ample opportunity to waste camera batteries.
Mine are rechargeable, so ner.
Click read more to see some pics.
