Some of the last photos of my condo when I moved out in June.
WW2 Bomber Trail - Tofino
Last October we took a road trip to the west coast, first stopping in Victoria to visit our friends Hannah and Davis, where we met some of their friends who told us to definitely check out the bomber trail when we got to Tofino. It’s a hike that isn’t widely known or established because it’s easy to get lost and it’s kind of in a giant swamp for most of the year. We decided to check it out.
This was a memorable part of our trip, partly because it’s so secret, having to follow directions we found online telling us to walk along the highway and then to turn into the dense forest at the 15th post along the road (where previous hikers had left a couple walking sticks with a note scribbled on a post that they would be needed), then to reach an abandoned machine shop where coloured markers behind it indicate the beginning of the trail. We were lucky it was October and wasn’t as swampy as other times of the year. We managed to follow long stretches of rope that previous hikers placed to point the daring in the right direction. It was also very cool because this piece of history, although stripped of any potential souvenirs, was left behind. You can’t see it on google maps, there’s no well worn trail full of tourists, and no plaque in front of it describing what you see. Just a plane crash site from 1945.
When we left and got to the road at the 15th post, we put back our walking sticks for the next adventurers.
Here is a link to the directions we used: https://www.tofinohiking.com/hikes/canso-plane-crash-site/
The Home I Grew Up In
I recently had a chance to go through my childhood home that I lived in until I was twelve years old. I loved growing up in Beverly where all my friends were just a bike ride away.
Now I can see straight out my old window without having to stand on the bed. It's surreal how fast time goes by. And then you find a place that makes it seem like no time has passed at all.
Camping: Clearwater, Ram Falls, Siffleur Falls
We went on the loveliest camping trip last July (this is a very delayed post). Here are some highlights..
Junior
Junior is a Siberian Forest cat. He was born on February 18, 2017 in Three Hills, Alberta. Near the end of April, Brendan & I drove down to pick him up and he was the tiniest thing. It's hard to believe he was this little only a handful of months ago.
Now, at nearly 9 months old, he looks like a grown cat but still meows like a baby, he is playful and likes to be chased, he whines when he wants to go outside (when he wants to run in the field at my parents acreage when we are sadly at my condo in the middle of the city), and he no longer has his baby fur but a full fur coat and flowing mane. He has been the most loyal companion, always staying close to me, even when I let him free on the acreage. He loves to run and jump into the hammock, likes to perch on the balcony window, loves playing with my plants, and is curious about bathwater. His breed can get up to 25 pounds, so here are some baby pictures to remember what a little tiny he was!