I don’t think I’ve ever been up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning before. Not that I don’t like mornings.. I quite do, but I’d rather stay up for them rather than get up for them. I’m a night person.. apparently that isn’t normal and stuff, but I always have been. I was born at 2 a.m. on May 23rd, 1978. I was BORN a night person.. haha. 🙂
The hike I went on during the daytime of Saturday was incredibly beautiful. I went with my extended family (that is what you call your cousins and uncles and aunts & stuff isn’t it?) and we started in Lake Cowichan.
We went on something called the Trans-Canada trail. The particular part of the trail we went on goes between Lake Cowichan and Sooke, and hits Glenora in the middle. We were headed to Glenora, which was about 24 kilometers if you stay on the trail.
Along the way we passed Skutz Falls. There isn’t much water in the area right now compared to normal because of the dry weather, which means i got to go down to where some old fish ladders were.
In this section, either the tree had fallen or been pushed by the water and there was a big hole in the side of the concrete ladder from it, or maybe it was a coincidence. Either way, it looked pretty cool.
I don’t think I’ve seen many unmanipulated images that could possibly be more Canadian than this. Haha, I am so proud of this shot. 8)
Uhm, so remember where I said the hike is 24k if you stay on the main trail? Most of us did. I did not. A few people from the hiking kru went on a slight detour (a 10k detour) that crossed back up about 6.5k down the trail.
I’m glad we did, it was gorgeous in there. Eventually we got out again.
Ah, here are the smart people. The trail runs parallel and over top of the Cowichan River and there are some pretty stunning scenes along the way.
Here’s the part where the trail leads to Glenora. We took this exit and our hike-walk was over.
Afterwards we all went up to Youbou for a BBQ at my Uncle Neil’s 3 story cabin beside Lake Cowichan. It was just gorgeous there and I spent a good chunk of the time in the water. At about 8 p.m. I got dropped off at a secret rendezvous location in Duncan where Craig picked me up so that we could all go to Final Departure in Campbell River.
Okay, here’s a bit of a rant. I like going upisland. I like getting away from Victoria. I enjoy car trips. I love the company of my friends Jim, Craig, Yoseff and Maria. And of course it was Justin’s birthday party, and Braeden and Erandi were there too.
But.
I hate being away from Victoria for a long while, especially when I am tired. And then to go further away from Victoria whilst in Duncan to Campbell River was the opposite of what I wanted to be doing at the moment. I wish I didn’t have to sleep.. but as Jim pointed out, then I wouldn’t have dreams. Wasn’t it Shakespeare that said “to sleep, perchance to dream” in one of his little stories? Be that as it may, I’m quite the day-dreamer and as such, I don’t need sleep for dreams.
hah!
Take THAT, Shake Spear! (evilYoseff picture by Jim)
Now that I’ve said that stuff, I have to say the party was well put together. CrazyDave did the sound and lighting and when your setting is so beautiful, you don’t need a hell of a lot to make the place look magical. The music was great but by about 3 a.m. or so I had to go sleep in Craig’s car. Along the way to his car I managed to walk through a GIANT LAKE OF MUDDY WATER that was about 20 feet long and about a foot deep in some places. How lovely.
I arrived in Victoria safely at my place at 9 a.m. Yay!
We now return to real life.
I can’t believe you put your actual birthday on your blog. People could…. like…. use that for evil somehow. Don’t ask me how, I’m having trouble thinking of bad things right now. But I’m sure of it.
Krishen
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
to the untrained eye it may appear that yoseff is merely spinning records here, but it’s not the case. you see, the knob he’s tweaking is not the mid-range isolator, it’s the electric shock device. someone out there (about 30 feet away and to his right) is not dancing correctly, and yos is about to crank 48,000 volts up their spine to correct their behaviour.
Skutz Falls ROCKS. We (me, my friend Meg, and two old VTNers – Matt/Flavour and Rob/Crew) went camping on the last long weekend up there and I totally fell in love. We saw river otters feeding and playing while hiking along the trail, and swam in the river later – a little cold, but worth it 😀