Mildly eager at the start.
This is why I hike
Playing the Cribbs Creek Olympics with some hiking compatriots.
The caber toss.
My room for the night.
Inches from a big drop.
Do they ever end? I will never again complain about having to clean the eaves.
The beautiful solidarity.
Owens point, watch yourself with the tide.
Tide pools.
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Stump wedged forever.
Remnants of the old telegraph line.
Some tricky rock scaling.
Don't get caught down here when the tide comes in.
This was most likely the closest to the ground of the log walks. Several were 15 ft+.
One of many cable cars. A world of fun.
They warned us, if you see a cougar, think about how many times it's seen you.
On and on.
No barrier stopping one from a quick dip.
The new suspension bridge, replacing the one wiped out by landslide.
Some Vancouver friends departing in the morning.
The challenge... to get over there.
The beach of Chez Monique and numerous whales.
Hole in the wall.
Tsusiat Falls, the evening of a wicked storm and equally good bonfire.
My tap.
Carmanah point.
Why are France and Germany different directions?
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