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A Terribly Tardy Music Tuesday

Yup, I’ve been bad this week.  Not sure what’s up, but I am so so tired and have been a delinquent blogger (and stained glass-er!)  Not to mention that I crunched through all my tax paperwork last night… that’s enough to make anyone pass out!

But enough with the excuses.  To cheer us all up — it’s Friday, after all! — here is my Tuesday Music post just a few days late.  And this has been an anticipated one for me, because this week marks the release of Bonobo’s new album, The North Borders.

Bonobo_The North Borders

It is all sorts of exciting, especially because it features one of my favourite artists ever, Erykah Badu, on the song Heaven for the Sinner.  I see a long future of listening to the album on repeat.  It’s chill, interesting and intelligent (you can read a review that pretty much sums up how I feel about Bonobo here).  The rhythms and layered sounds just suck me in and mellow me out.  How about you?

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Music in the Studio

Music is a big part of my studio experience – I play certain songs when I’m in certain moods, because it reminds me of a particular piece I’m working on at the moment, or to get me (or keep me) motivated.

Our system at home for music is 2-part.  To play music, we use a speaker that’s part of the Sonos range of products.  It’s a simple set-up (a central part that creates its own wireless network and one speaker) that has really good sound.  I can access the controls from my computer and my phone, which makes it very easy to use.  I love it.  To find music to play, we use the rdio online service (not a spelling error…).  We have a subscription with access to pretty much anything we can think of to listen to.  I’ve found a ton of music I really enjoy by just browsing through the menus of what other people are listening to.

This week in music, I’m sharing a favourite artist.  I like the catchy beats, interesting rhythms and sounds, and I love the vocalists.  The artist is SBTRKT, and you can read more about this music at the SBTRKT website.  

 

 

 

I think that my favourite song from this album is Pharaohs ft. Roses Gabor.  I like the sharp staccato melody against the soft breathy vocals.  The beat keeps my energy up and keeps me moving.  You can listen to the song and watch the video here.  Enjoy!

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Design at Hannah’s {New} House

So given that we moved in October, I thought it might be fitting to show another several pictures from the decoration that we (I directed, Marty lifted) did when we moved in to our new place.  I am posting these up in sets of before and after shots, because the before was a liiiiittle bit craaaazy…  It took me three days – two washes, sanding, dusting, three coats of primer and two coats of paint – to ensure that the raspberry red did not come through, and to get the very sharp tape lines softened out of the walls so the pattern wasn’t a major part of the decor any more.  All in all, I’m really pleased with how it worked out.

Before:

Before 3  Before 1

After:

After 2  After 1

And when our landlady (our age, super lovely lady!) came back to say hello and check things out, she said how much bigger it made the room look.  Of course!

Finished

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Prairie Stained Glass Musings

Today I made Marty haul me out to an art event some friends told us about – the Market Collective.  It was really cool, and really inspiring!  There were a ton of really great artists and craftspeople there, and for the rest of the afternoon while we ran errands, I kept thinking about stained glass…  Nothing like being surrounded by so much creative energy to amp up that desire in me as well.

And I’ve been thinking about the pieces that I’ve really loved making, and those have been the lamps I’ve created over the past several years.  It’s hard to put together a studio because of the mess – the water, the chemicals, broken glass, glass dust – but I really would like to give it a better try here.  My favourite recent pieces was the Prairie Gold lamp that I made for Marty, because I love the geometric shapes and the contrast of horizontal and vertical lines that are predominant in this style (throw in a little diagonal or curve to add some energy!).

Prairie Gold Table Lamp

I started doing some sketching based on some of these ideas – I think in the back of my mind are some thoughts about the literal prairie (hey, I live in Alberta now…) so wheat and grasses are in some of those repetitive diagonal lines.  There are two designs with a couple of checkmarks beside them – obviously, these are the winners (and I think one was re-proportioned off of the first), so hopefully stay tuned for something to materialize before too long!

Prairie Glass Sketchbook

 

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Moved again

In the crazy way of things working out in this world, M and I have moved again recently.  Only this time it’s to an entirely different city, and not just to a bigger place that is closer to work…

We’re now living in Calgary, Alberta – over the Rocky Mountains!  Marty got a job that’s taken us here, so I’m trying to work on my portfolio and update my resume and start looking for a new job…

In the way of all things, I’m considering updating my blog to give it a look that’s (kind of?) consistent with my portfolio – and  update my portfolio on here as well, because it’s pretty sad thus far – but we’ll see how it goes.  I’m enjoying the time off work, but it can’t last forever, I guess.  Anyways, I’m still playing with ideas, so stay tuned for any changes…

Calgary has been pretty lovely so far.  The temperature dropped pretty much as soon as we arrived, so it’s been between 0 and 15 degrees since.  We had a small snowfall the day after we arrived, which was unexpected, but the fall colours have been pretty spectacular.  Being out of a job, I’ve been trying to get out to walk the dog (dog!) and it’s been nice to explore some of the parks around here.

All in all, I’m excited to be here.  I’m looking forward to a change in scenery (literally), as well as a change of pace from Victoria.  I’ve liked the vibe of this city so far, and I have to say that I’m looking forward to a real winter that isn’t just rain and grey.  We’re moving into our new place mid-month, and I’m hoping to get in some photos of cool design soon!

Until then, I’ll enjoy the beautiful fall and keep looking for some work…

 

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West Coast Trail – Day 5, 6 and 7

NOTE: I found this saved as a draft in my posts list…  It should have been posted in June with the rest of my summaries!  Just in case anyone was wondering, we did finish the hike and I haven’t just been posting from the middle of the West Coast Trail! 

 

Day 5 – Tuesday June 5

Cullite Creek to Camper Bay – 5 km

Day 5 was a really short day for us.  We decided to take it easy after our previous two days of long kms and tough terrain, so we just went the 5km to Camper Bay.

The hike for the morning was relatively uneventful.  The morning started out with a ladder (of course…), just to get our heart rate up and hands warm!  The terrain was more of the same – mud and roots – aside from a section of bog walk.  The bog was my favourite section of the hike.  Just gorgeous.  The trees were all little and stunted, clear open areas with lots of moss and shrubby plants like labrador tea.  It was boardwalk almost all the way through this section, which helped to keep feet dry as well as protect the delicate environment in the area.

We arrived at noon, and had the afternoon to set up camp, wash out some socks and enjoy the sunshine on the beach!  It was pretty fantastic.  I had a chance to dry out our tent fly and my sleeping bag in the sun, which was awesome because I hate damp weather!  A note of caution to hikers, however: keep an eye on your gear when it’s out in a place it could get damaged.  I hung my bag over a big piece of driftwood and put a rock on it to keep the wind from picking it up, but the wind still pulled it over, and the smashing of the rock on other rocks actually tore a small hole in my bag!  Silly decision, but at least I had a gear repair kit in my bag – a small patch of sticky fabric and good as (almost!) new.  Oooops…

This was also the day that our camera gave up on life.  It was pretty upsetting, as we didn’t take a huge number of pictures to begin with, and the camera was brand new (purchased for the trip!)  I only have one more picture from the last couple of days, so it will be coming up further in this post…

We were the first people at camp, and thus got our choice of tent sites.  We picked one a bit further back from the beach – the wind was pretty howling during the evenings, and we liked the bit of privacy the bushes afforded.  We built a small fire and invited a few other hikers over in the evening.  There was a small ranger cabin nearby, and two of the rangers on the trail came by to share news and loan us their radio so we could listen to the weather report.  I have to say that I really enjoyed meeting people on the trail – it was nice to have just the two of us hiking so we could set our own pace, but it was good to have interesting company around a little beach fire in the evenings!  All-in-all, this was a really satisfying day, and a well needed rest-up.  Camper Bay was a nice campsite and had good options for shared or more secluded tent locations.

Day 6 – Wednesday June 6

Camper Bay to Thrasher Cove – 8 km + 1 km

We got up the next morning, had our routine of oatmeal brekky and coffee/hot chocolate, and set off again.

We hiked along the beach from km 65 to 66 – the terrain was big flat rock shelf, with the added challenge of having several surge channels to consider.  We did fine by staying fairly close to the shoreline, but walked over to have a look at a couple of them – they looked huge and sketchy.  Avoid, avoid!  At km 66 we decided to continue on through the forest, as our pace wasn’t particularly fast and we weren’t certain we could make it past Owen Point with the tide coming in.  The initial slope back up to the forest trail was steep and slippery with algae on the rocks.  I wasn’t very happy with it, but at least I had a relatively light pack by this time…

The hike was more of the same, but starting to get into big tree coastal areas – more of what I think of when someone says “coastal temperate rainforest” to me.  Big trees and lush green leafy foliage.  The path meandered along without any huge inclines up and down – it was more of a steady climb.  I’m not sure if I would prefer this to the steep up and down of the ladders – the effort you expend on a ladder is over fairly quickly and it pretty gratifying to climb twenty stories (or whatever) in a few minutes.  The slow uphill was pretty draining and eventually just seemed never-ending.  Ok, I think my answer is that I would prefer the effort of a ladder for the short term reward… Ha.

Anyways, the path was nice, with lots of underbrush and big fallen logs.  A lot of them had been cut into bridges over small creeks, which was really lovely, but at times kind of sketchy because of how rotted out some of them were becoming.  And slippery!  You really had to watch your feet.  I thought it was a sneakier kind of challenge than the root-and-mud bogs of the previous days, because the look of the ‘bridges’ was so nice, but you couldn’t let yourself be fooled, or you’d definitely fall off into a creek four feet (or sometimes more) below you.

After  several km of this forest hiking, we hit the signposts marking the way down to Thrasher Cove.  Boy were we excited to see it – only 1 km to the campsite and dinner! – and boy were we mistaken…  Yes, it was only one km to the beach, but it was a steep (up and down) climb and then descent, with the most switchbacks we’d encountered on the trail.  It was slick and very steep for most of the climb down, with a few ladders at the bottom thrown in for good measure.  The beach was really nice, and most of the tent areas were right on the sand above the tideline.  By the time we reached the beach, it had started to rain a little bit, so we opted for a site a bit further down towards the creek, and up off the beach under the trees.  It kept most of the rain off our tent, and we had a completely dry night.  Which was great, because by the time we had finished dinner, it was pouring out!  We packed our food into the bear box early and curled up to play some crib in the tent before calling it an early night.

Day 7 – Thursday June 7

Thrasher Cove to Gordon River/Port Renfrew – 5 km + 1 km

On the last and final morning of our trip, we woke up to complete downpour.  The skies had opened and rain was not interested in going away.  Luckily (or cleverly??) we’d opted to spend the night under trees instead of exposed on the beach, so our gear was dry.  Believe you me, a wet morning is a grumpy morning when it comes to this lady…  It was a pretty no-nonsense camp pack-up, as we wanted to get moving and get warm as fast as possible.  The +1km we hiked on the way down was our second challenge of the morning, combined with the torrential rain.  We left camp and were soaked through in 5 minutes.  {I have to note that my boots were amazing and my feet were not wet once during the trip except for the time I waded across a creek in them.  This was possibly the best thing about any of my gear.  Dry boots.}

The uphill switchbacks were painful, and my day deteriorated into a mental chant of “5 more km, 5 more km”… only to further deteriorate into “warm bed, hot bath, slippers” not soon after.  The hike itself after the first km of crazy switchbacks was lovely.  The path widened out into coastal douglas fir and cedar forest (classic!) and the steady uphill went on forever but was ok fo the final day.  We passed some interesting logging relics and lots of big rusted cable.  It seems amazing to me that anyone would have pulled a steel cable as thick as my wrist through that forest, but hey.

The day rained on and on and on, but as long as we kept moving, we stayed relatively warm.  I couldn’t help but think that we’d had such amazing weather, it almost wouldn’t be a complete trip without torrential rain.  And what better day than the last day, where you know you have a chance to change, dry out and be back in your warm and comfy bed that night?  The rain was pretty epic, though, and I was totally sick of it even by the end of the day’s hiking.  We passed several hikers going in the opposite direction, just getting started on their trek, and felt really sorry for them.  At least we weren’t heading into another week of the same, and our trip hadn’t started out with us soaking wet and miserable.

At the Gordon Creek ferry we came upon two other groups of hikers who had been with us for most of the way.  They had pulled the fishing buoy up for the ferryman to see (a big red marker in the trees), so we waited for about ten minutes while he  made his way across to pick us up.  Those were the coldest ten minutes of my entire hike!  The boat was mercifully short, and the ferryman cheerful, and by the mid-afternoon we were at the trailhead cabin, where the (amazing!) park ranger let me use the washroom to change into dry clothes…  I wish our camera had still been working, as I just put on whatever I had left that was dry, in as many layers as possible.  It was a good look!  And really, just like that we were off the trail and finished.  We went to a cafe in Port Renfrew to get a coffee (and poutine!!  Nothing like hiking 75 km in a week and then getting back to good old civilization…) and kill the four hours until the bus could take us back to the city.

I have to say that this was probably the single-most challenging activity I’ve ever undertaken.  It took us weeks of preparation, both physically to get ourselves into shape (kind of) before the hike, as well as having our gear prepared and also the mental challenges of being on the trail itself.  I can’t say enough about packing light, especially for women.  If you can challenge yourself to not overpack your clothing and other gear, and plan your food and rationing in advance (we did this and still had lots of snacks leftover!), it really makes a huge difference in how you feel on the trail everyday.  I started out with about 26 lbs of gear in my pack, plus water, and reduced it down to about 20 by eating for the last few days.  It made a big impact on my ability to hike the trail, keep my balance and not be completely worn down at the end of the day.  Investing in lightweight gear was, imo, a great thing to do.  The mental challenges were to not get frustrated (ha!) and to be easy on myself with the pace and the things that happened on the trail – slipping and falling, having grumpy moments, being in your own head in the wilderness for 24 hours a day.  While the trail was challenging, I also feel it was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life to date as well.

And last but not least… Would I do it again?  Absolutely.  Just maybe not for a few years… 🙂

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Something yummy…

I made some jam this summer.  In fact, I made a lot of jam this summer!  I’ve always had a love of canning jam, a throwback to the days when my Granny would spend hours over a big pot of delicious strawberries, to be poured into jars and kept like shining jewels for winter.  Delicious shining jewels, I might add.

I’ve always loved the idea of preserving – an afternoon of work for weeks of enjoyment when the weather turns cold seems like such a great reward.  So in July I took an evening class on canning basics to brush up, and learned a few tricks to expand my repertoire of canned goodies from just jams into some pickles and salsa and chutney!

In total, I made the following:

  • Strawberry jam
  • Strawberry-Vanilla Bean jam
  • Pear-Vanilla Bean jam
  • Peach jam
  • Peach-Candied Ginger jam
  • Pickled Beans
  • Pickled Beets
  • Butter Pickles
  • Tomato Salsa
  • Peach Chutney

All in all, I’m really excited for when they’ve had some time for the spices to get really flavourful.  Pickled beans and strawberry jam are pretty much my favourite preserves.  Small batch canning is a great way to go, pretty easy with a few simple rules to follow, and you get such yummy results!

 

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Design at Hannah’s House

As a celebration of finally getting our artwork unpacked and put up on the walls (and buying a new couch!), here is a photo of the frame cluster I designed for our living room wall… installed and everything!

The photo quality is terrible (thanks to bad lighting + the iphone), but it’s a collection of bits and pieces that are near and dear to our hearts.  Hope you enjoy!

 

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West Coast Trail – Day 4

Day 4 – Monday June 4

Carmanah Creek to Cullite Creek – 12 km

This was what I would consider the hardest day on the trail for my trip.  Marty and I woke up sore and still tired from the 21 km trek the day before.  We took a bit more time than usual getting going, but were still on the trail before 8:30 am.  This section of the trail started off with a cable car, but it was pretty short (a blessing!)  We had looked at fording Carmanah Creek, but the water was cold and deeper than we wanted to wade through, and we weren’t doing it with boots on again!  Over the cable car, it was back to the beach.  The terrain was pretty varied, and we hit shelf and hard-packed sand between Carmanah and Bonilla Point.  Between Bonilla and Vancouver Point, the beach was small pebbles, which was really hard to walk on, but there wasn’t a good rock shelf at the bottom of it.  We were going so determinedly that we nearly walked over a dead sea lion washed up on the shore!  It was enormous!!  And smelled terrible.  I dry heaved while Marty took a picture for me…

Smelly dead sea lion

By the time we reached the trail access just before Vancouver Point, we’d already decided that we were going to head up and inland instead of carrying on along the beach.  It was starting to get windy and spit rain a little bit as well, and we wanted a bit more shelter than the beach would provide.  Of course, to get to the trail meant ladders, ladders… and more ladders.

Hannah’s bum going up a ladder

At the top of the ladder, we began a tedious 2 km hike to get to Walbran Creek.  It was slow going, what with sore feet and tired muscles, and added rain to boot.  We got to Walbran Creek at lunch time, so we crossed the creek by (another) cable car, and sat on the beach next to the creek to eat.  The cable car was upstream quite a bit from the mouth of the creek where it emptied into the ocean, and I would presume from where the beach trail crosses it.  We watched a group of hikers going north cross while we ate; they were thigh-deep in cold water, and we congratulated ourselves on making the decision to hike inland for the morning.

From Walbran, it was 3 km to Logan Creek, home of the Logan Creek Suspension Bridge.  The creek crossing had been washed away in a landslide some years prior, leaving very exposed cliff faces on either side of the ravine.  The one thing I can say about this day was that it was scattered with milestones in relatively short distances – only 5 km of beach to start, 2 km of inland trail tile Walbran, 3 km to the next creek, and so on.  It made the day a lot easier mentally, as it was easier to keep going with a goal of 3 km instead of the full 12…

I don’t remember exactly on what part of the trail it happened, but this was one of the days I slipped and fell (I’d had a fall the previous day as well).  This was one of the most challenging aspects of this trail, I found – the mental concentration and determination required to plan each step pretty carefully and make sure you weren’t slipping or getting your boots wet.  Of course it was bound to happen, and both Marty and I fell a couple of times, but this one was the most frustrating!  I’d just put my foot down on a root, and the slick mud made me slip and fall sideways into 6 inches of mud.  Not only did I lose my balance, but I also couldn’t get it back again to get up, because my pack had slid forward on my shoulders and I couldn’t push myself out of the mud!  Marty luckily came back to help pull my pack up so I could get up again, but it was a shaking experience for me – a sobering reminder that a twisted ankle or a bum knee meant a ride home in a zodiac or helicopter…  It was really tough to be so sharply focused for the full time we were hiking.

Logan Creek was crazy.  We were expecting ladders, but man oh!  We got ladders…  The sides of the ravine were nearly cleared bare from the slide, and the ladders were steep and very very tall.  The suspension bridge was pretty amazing, and the view down the creek was really neat.  Across the bridge, the ladders back up were just as intense.  The very last one was shaky on the bottom two-thirds, as it was only secured into the hillside behind it about two-thirds of the way up.  The drop was insane, and a shaky ladder makes for shaky knees once you’re at the top!  We settled our nerves with a chocolate bar…

Logan Creek Ladder and Suspension Bridge

All’s well that ends well, however.  We got to Cullite Creek around 5 pm.  The campsite was gorgeous – definitely my favourite of the trip!  It had a lot of flat, clear tent sites up off the beach.  The beach itself was bordered by beautiful stone cliffs that came straight up out of the water.  It was like a campsite at the bottom of a secret cove.  Someone had built a large firepit (bad someone!) up off of the beach.  I debated making a fire on the beach, but in the end we decided to use what was already there. We picked a prime spot (we were the first to arrive at the site), made a fire and hung out our damp clothes to dry in the wind.

This was one of my favourite evenings of camping as well.  By about 6 pm, more people had started to show up – a group of men from the Calgary area (Marty loved it, as that’s where he lived for the last ten years before moving to Victoria), two women from Vancouver (we’d started the same day as them, and I don’t think I saw them look dirty once on the trail.  It was like magic!), and a couple from Switzerland.  It was a great spot for a large firepit, as we all sat around and talked about the trail, other hikes, sports, news and whatever for the evening.  It was by far the most social night we had on the trail, and it was really fun to make a cup of cocoa and find out about the other people we were sharing the trail with.  The woman from Switzerland told us that her pack had given her blisters on the hip straps, which is insanity!  It made me appreciate having good, lightweight gear for this trip – my pack was 27 or 28 lbs on the first day, including my 2 L. platypus water pack!  I think I would have died if I’d had blisters on my hips…  Not. even. joking.

The guys from Calgary were avid hikers and talked about how much they loved hiking on the beach because it was so different than anything they had access to in the prairies…  It really made me consider how lucky Marty and I are to live on the coast, and how often I take it for granted, especially after living on the gulf islands for almost 20 years.  By the time we’d all made our dinners and eaten, all that was left to do was enjoy the fire and relax for the next upcoming day.  We’d just completed the most intense day we would experience on the trail, and we deserved to have an evening to have fun and chill out!

West Coast Trail – Day 3

Day 3 – Sunday June 3

Tsusiat Falls to Carmanah Creek – 21 km

Day 3 of the WCT was really epic.  The second night, we camped at Tsusiat Falls, from which point there was a 10 km length of trail on which there was no reliable source of fresh water.  We started out the morning hiking along the beach for a couple of kilometers.  The weather was a bit cool, but perfect for slinging the pack on and hitting the trail.  About 1km from the Tsusiat campsite was a fantastic tunnel carved through the rock that we walked underneath.  Nature is truly amazing.

Me at Tsusiat Point

From the beach, we hiked inland to the Nitinat Narrows.  The trail was relatively wide, although there were some steeper uphill and downhill sections than the previous day.  The views from the bluffs were amazing, and there were some sections of the trail where you were right against the side of the hills.

A view of the beach from the bluffs

Nitinat Narrows arrived after about 7 km.  We just called across the narrows to the ferry operator, who boated over to pick us up and shuttle us across.  The Nitinat Narrows is a river section between the ocean and Nitinat Lake – when the tide comes in, the water between the two is a mix of salty and fresh.  We bought a crab from the ferry operator and ate it for a mid-morning lunch.  The guy who cooked it for us told us it’s the only place in the world where they catch dungeness crab in a lake, but I have that as unverified information!  It certainly was delicious, though…

Me pulling apart delicious dungeness crab

Across the narrows, we walked along boardwalk through some pretty swampy areas, reaching Clo-oose in a couple of hours.  The park warden had warned us that there was a cougar in the area between km 34 and 38, so they were asking hikers not to camp in that area.  At km 37, we decided to walk along the beach, to break up the terrain a bit.  It was fine sand, but the tide was going out, so it was packed pretty firmly for the most part.  Just before the trail access at Dare Point, I slipped and fell on the rocks, which sucked.  I added a couple of bruises and got myself pretty wet.  Falling was a bit of a mental shake-up as well.  It’s hard to just pick up and keep going – I found it made me a lot more timid when we walked on rocky beach with lots of seaweed.  Marty also slipped on some boulders just underneath the trail access and broke one of his hiking poles.  Boo.

The trail access was up a steep scramble with ladders to greet you before getting back on the main path.  Just a taste of what was to come in the next couple of days, especially since the first couple days on the north end of the WCT is pretty easy hiking…  We made good time to Cribs Creek, where we stopped to refill our water bottles and massage our aching feet (I did, anyways…)  At this point, we’d come 17 km.  Our options were to stop and set up camp for the night, or keep going to Carmanah Creek.  The benefits of staying at Cribs was no more hiking after an already-long day…  the benefits of continuing were a reduction in the amount of trail in the days ahead while we still had sunny weather, and…  HAMBURGERS!  Yes, you heard me correctly!  Just past the Carmanah lighthouse is a small farm and cookshack!  Of course, in the end we felt that pushing onward just had too much benefit.  And we were both ready for some tasty beef!

The beach between Cribs Creek and Carmanah Creek was gorgeous.  We got sand, we got rock shelf, we had it all.  As we were trekking along, we noticed a large rock out past the shore…  We debated whether or not there was sea life on it, until we suddenly heard barking and grunting, and looked up to see a hundred sea lion heads looking back at us!  They were pretty far away, but it was still totally amazing.

Sea lion rock

At the end of the beach, we climbed ladders and stairs up to the Carmanah lighthouse.  At the lighthouse, we said hello to the lighthouse keeper, and Marty asked him what the most frequent question he was asked was…  He replied, “It’s usually ‘Do you like living here?’ but we’ve posted answers to the most frequently answered questions on a notice board over there” and pointed at said notice board!  It made us laugh that the lighthouse keepers had a FAQ sheet, but makes sense given that there are some 6-8000 hikers on the trail every year.  We checked out the information, and got an update on the NHL playoffs, down to the names and times of every goal in the series!  We then headed down the other side of the bluff back to the beach.  And we couldn’t get there fast enough!  Hamburgers awaited!

The “restaurant” on the beach is really a large tent set up like a cook-shack with several sets of plastic tables and chairs.  I had to laugh because whenever you sat on a chair, it sank at least 6 inches into the sand… it felt like being at the ‘kids’ table’ at a family get together all over again!  The two lovely women working there dished up enormous burgers with bacon, cheese and mushrooms…  and we pretty much inhaled them.  We had a nice visit and a nice break, but it was all too soon that we had to re-shoulder our packs and trudge our way along an unforgiving pebble beach to Carmanah Creek.  The creek had a decent campsite, but it was cold and windy, and we’d just come 21 km, so we promptly set up our tent, brushed our teeth, put the food into the bear bin and settled in for the night.  My feet have never been so sore in my life!

And so concludes Day 3 of the West Coast Trail.  An epic post for an epic day of hiking!  Keep posted for Day 4 and 5, coming up next!

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