Who has time for such things though. Who has time for anything really? It never ceases to amaze me how fast one year dissapears into the next, and how I always find time to do the things I have to do, and so often the things I want to do are set aside to be done in some mysterious future that is always around the corner but never seems to arrive. This winter I've been attacking that list with fervor, and so it was that I found myself connected to my buddy Don's voicemail at 8pm:
"hey Bro, it's me Brian, the weather is good and I think we should climb Onion Peak tomorrow, camp on top, rappel down the face, and then bushwhack straight to my house." beeeeeep.
"Don't worry, it's all good."
....followed by a slide, tumble, and crash! I stood up bleeding a bit, and winced at my smashed Canon s95. Not a bad price to pay considering what could have happened. I yelled back up to Don,
"Ok, maybe it's not all good!"
Below the peak we traversed a landscape of fantastic volcanic spires and outcrops amidst massive clearcuts. This area should have been preserved as a park and it was sad to see it cut. Our cross country epic continued well into the darkness, and we arrived on my doorstep scratched and bruised. I lit a fire in the wood-fired hot tub and cracked open a well earned Jubelale. Not a bad adventure considering it was hatched in day and a half and executed with very little gas or money. Sure our rainforest is clearcut to all hell, but it still has it's charms. (thanks and apologies to the Nature Conservancy)