The usual morning routine. Breakfast and packing away camp. It was a beautiful morning as the fog still hadn’t lifted off the river. I was in better mood today but I think this was mainly because I know that today was the last full day. And tomorrow’s hike will be a short 10k. Perfect. I had also accepted that this was a heads down and destination based trip rather than focusing on enjoying the journey. This made it easier to enjoy.
In the morning I filtered my water and had my standard breakfast of oats, trail mix and water. Yum. After we were packed we were back on the trail again at around 8am.
Hanging around in Vancouver, waiting for our next adventure Flo (a friend who’s sofa I am crashing) and I decided to take a look at some fun that was a little closer to home. We set upon the Lions Binkert Trail in North Vancouver. Visible from Downtown, they look like Lion’s Ears.
Whilst moseying around the Canadian Rockies we found ourselves looking for something exhilarating to kick off our trip. Then we found Via Ferrata. Not QUITE sure what it was at first, we then saw it involved climbing mountains – so we decided to check it out. Boy, are we glad that we did
I slept. That was unexpected. Not very well but I slept. My nose was pretty cold and I realise how warm a tent can be, when you have to go out to pee at 3 am in the snow. All in all, it was a pretty good experience.
“You should probably go through the States if you want to drive to Toronto”.
This was the advice I got from . . . lots of people when telling them of my trip from Vancouver.
“There’s just more to see” they would follow up with.
This picture sums up exactly how I felt this morning.
It was cold. It was damp. And confusingly enough it was California. I hadn’t slept well and I was also hungry, so this may have clouded my judgement but . . . I thought I left the wet in Washington, and the cold in . . . Europe. California was supposed to be warm. The OC, Baywatch, all the TV ads fail to tell you they are talking about Southern California. No one made this clear to me, or the rest of Britain, that not all of California is hot.
This was a big day. It was the last full day that I would have in Oregon. Tomorrow I would be heading to California. I was quite looking forward to this because California has this gloss about it which we certainly get from TV. With this in mind there was a lot of hype.
Somewhat more relaxed than I was the evening before I was ready for another day of cycling. I pumped up my tire again in the morning as it was looking a little soft and Jace and I were ready to go.
Today was an odd day.
After discovering I had been ransacked by those Bastard Bandits I stopped sulking and got breakfast on the go. Oats and trail mix.