I guess this post is a long time coming. I lost my domain name, because I forgot to renew it. Don’t worry though we got it back! So here it is.
Just before Christmas in 2011 my friend Mitch approached me. He had a sailboat in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. He said that he had sailed the coastline of Mexico a lot and wanted to sail his boat to Hawaii, so he could check out the islands there. I love the idea of doing the things the old explorers did. I jumped at the opportunity to sail across the ocean.
As we left Mexico, it was an awesome feeling to be carried by the sails. We slowly watched as land disappeared into the horizon. We each took a turn at the helm.
Towards the end of the first day the sea sickness started to kick in. It was alright though. As we sailed we were greeted by dolphins swimming in front of the boat. We even saw a whale in the distance.
The next morning was an eerie feeling, as there was now sign of land anywhere. The ocean was calm and there was no wind. I’m not sure how many days past after that. At one point I was sleeping and we were in some pretty rough water, when a case of chunky soup on the shelf above broke and the all cans landed right on my head. This was the beginning of the end for me.
Besides dented cans of soup, we were having other problems with the boat. We decided it would be best to head for the small Volcanic island of San Benedicto. There we could have shelter from the waves and re-evaluate our plan.
There were a few scuba diving tour boats that came to the Island. Apparently it’s a world class diving sight. Lots of sharks, manta rays, and other wildlife. We could see the manta rays from the surface.
I still wasn’t feeling well. The sea sickness never really left. I wonder now if I had a concussion from my head injury. I felt like I needed to turn back. Mitch and Brad, his brother, were determined to carry on. I asked one of the scuba tour boats if I could catch a ride with them back to Mexico. Unfortunately, they were planning on visiting The Island of Socorro, a Mexican military base was there and they didn’t want anybody on board that was not on the manifest of the ship. I guess they have a problem with human smuggling in this part of the world.
I asked another boat, but they said they were full and didn’t have space for me. Meanwhile, we were making preparations and were about to set sail that night. I convinced Mitch and Brad to stay the night and to leave first thing in the morning. This way we would be well rested.
In the morning we arose to find the first tour boat had returned. They reported that they ran into bad weather and they had to turn back. Scuba diving wouldn’t be possible near Socorro. I asked again if I would be able to come back with them. The captain said ok and I boarded their boat.
The scuba tour boat made one more stop at Roca Portida Island and then headed back to Cabo San Lucas.
You can read what happened to Mitch and Brad here
Atlin is so far my favourite small town. 175km south of Whitehorse down a rough gravel road Atlin is a bit of a challenge to get to, but well worth the trip. The people are super friendly. I was thinking maybe it was because they never see any new faces, but regardless they are awesome.
In 1899 Atlin became one of the off shoots of the Klondike Gold Rush and there are still Gold mining operations present. By the turn of the century about 5000 people had flocked to the area. Now there are around 400 people living there. This seems to be the story of many communities in the north west of Canada.
Atlin Lake is the largest natural lake in B.C. In the Tlingit language Áa Tlein means “big body of water”. The lake is the source for the Yukon River via the short Atlin River into Tagish Lake.
I did the trail over 4 nights and camped in Canyon City, Sheep Camp, Happy Camp, and Bare Loon Lake. Along the route there are many informational signs explaining the historical significance of each area. It is hard to imagine what it would have been like in 1898 with thousands of people in the area all seeking to strike it rich in the gold fields of the Yukon.
I always have an adventure on May long weekend. Last year I attempted The Whitehorse Pass in Jasper with a few friends. We started hiking at night and it started snowing like crazy. By 3 in the morning we decided to stop trudging through 2 feet of snow and we set up camp. We didn’t even make it the 7 km in to our first campsite, Utopia Creek.
It seems that every year on May long weekend mother nature has something up her sleeve for me and I never know what it might be. It usually pours rain, snows, hails, is freezing cold or all of the above. I’m totally cool with that because that is what makes great stories!
This year was different. Of course a group of us went to the mountains and other than a little bit of rain, we had nice weather the entire time. It was almost unnerving.
The first day we decided to make an attempt on Two O’Clock Ridge.
Although this post doesn’t have much to do with the things that I usually blog about, I thought it would be fun to find the best potholes in my home town.
We live in the capital of the “richest” province of Canada. Canada is a member of the G8 which means it is one of the wealthiest countries on the face of this planet. You wouldn’t be able to tell that if you drive on the streets of Edmonton. Now I know we have much to be grateful for in this, our beloved home of Edmonton and I really do appreciate living here. I don’t have to look far to see why this is such a great place.
While searching for the best potholes Edmonton has to offer, I have come to realize, that potholes have feelings too! These potholes are amazing!
I’m going to be posting more pictures as I get them and please feel free to submit your photos to me and I’ll do my best to get them up here. Email them to me at email@example.com
Thanks for all of your suggestions on twitter as to where to find the best ones!
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My friend Anna and I went out and took some night shots in Elk Island National Park. It was actually an adventure. We saw several Bison, (yes there are bison outside of Yellowstone) and a Great Horned Owl. Sadly we weren’t able to eternalize their presence on our photography devices. But we did get a few good shots of the stars and trees. It’s a work in progress. I’m sure we will get better with time.
If you know me then you’ll know that I love to climb. I’ve been climbing steadily for the past three years and as I’ve said many times I really believe it’s what keeps me sane during the long Canadian winter. Not only is it a good thing to do to ponder and meditate about life. I’ve also found it to be a great social experience as well. I have met many cool people through climbing and it’s a great activity to do with friends.
Five of my good friends and I met up at the local climbing gym and we had an absolute blast!
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