Across Canada 2019

Posted on 1st January 2020 in adventure, nature, wandering

In the summer of 2019 my girlfriend, Crystal, and I drove across Canada to pick up a load in a cargo trailer from long term storage to bring back across Canada to our farm. For me, this had been the fourth year in a row to make this exact same trip, but for Crystal it was her first time being past Northern Ontario driving.

We slept in the empty trailer on the way West, which was an absolute luxury. We tried to pull off the side of the road so we wouldn’t have to get a campsite, but it was during the time of the nation wide man hunt for the two young fugitives from Vancouver Island so we were always just a little bit on edge when we’d find a nice place to stop. Nothing like a little danger to keep a trip exciting. I like to put little camp symbols on our oversized map so that in future years we know where a good campsite is. It’s probably not necessary because there are campsites in nearly every town, but sometimes you’re sitting there thinking to yourself: “I know the campsite was somewhere in this part of the country, but I just don’t remember the name of the little adorable town it was located in.” So there, on the map, is a little camp symbol that solves the mystery.

I think one of the more memorable things for me was when we stopped in the Fraser Canyon of BC to look down the canyon on a particularly beautiful turn in the river, and behind us we hear a few rocks tumbling down. I was worried because the truck was below those rocks, but up up up we see some goats following an ancient trail. First a big male goes to show the way, then a few females, then about 5 little kids make their way across! What a sight! Sometimes it’s easy for me to get caught up in our modern industrialized and urbanized world and feel like our wildlife is a thing of the past, that we no longer have any, and then seeing something like this makes me realize that there is still something out there untamed, wild, free, true.

At this point, we were on our way to Port Renfrew on Vancouver Island. Seeing the wild Pacific Coast one last time was pretty special for us. I remember growing up I always wanted to live in Vancouver. The wild old growth forests and the gnarly roots everywhere was to me something very special. In fact, it was in the mountains around Vancouver that I really started photographing as I hiked endlessly. For Crystal, it was her first time seeing the giant cedars and firs and the wild, rugged coastline of the open Pacific Ocean.

And just like that, it was time for us to zip back to Atlantic Canada and back to the farm.

Outside Sault St. Marie, Ontario
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Mt. Robson in the Canadian Rockies

Posted on 19th September 2013 in adventure, nature

Ok. I didn’t actually peak Mount Robson, but I got pretty damn close. I was so close that I shivered from the special climate the peak ripped through the atmosphere. Literally; it’s pointy.

My brother Bart, his friend Scott, and I packed our gear into our hiking packs, divvy’d up the food, double checked my camera (Canon T1i), backup camera, and lenses (50 mm and 12 – 24 mm), and stepped over the bridge onto the Berg Lake Trail to begin our journey.

I do a lot of hiking, so I’m fairly familiar with the ways of the bush. I carry a knife with me most places I go – not that this is the only thing one needs in the bush.

This hike, however, turned into a 3 day, ~ 70 km round trip hike. 2 days up, 1 day down. You must book yourself into the trail because.. well, safety.

In the end I had a completely overwhelming feeling from Mother Nature about her natural beauty, about expansiveness and majesty, about earth. About the sweet sweet dirt beneath our feet. You know that feeling you get when you see a sunset, or remember a happy place you’ve been and breathe in deeply? Well, it was that feeling all day every day.

Also, how do you like my brother’s van?

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