TO DO BATTLE!
And TO PARTY!!!
Thank you to all the dope folks who did battle by my side with blaster, bailer or pumper and who helped cherish this amazing week of madness!!! It will go down as my most epic adventure ever.
To squeeze as much juice of life with as little money possible.
|This tight squeeze would have promised Gimli's girdle with a challenge|
|We bravely descended further into the abyss|
|With the help of Lena's pinpoint directions, we located a Marmot after 1 hour of searching|
|The path was set toward our goal|
|We scoured the tundra for Ptarmigans - yet again, none were found|
|There are only 350 Vancouver Island Marmots left because they are so delicious|
|The Hoary Marmot got its name because it is considered sexually promiscuous|
|The Olympic Marmot received a gold medal for being one of the best-looking rodents alive|
|A loyal rodent stands guard in his misty domain|
|A marmot Barron surveys his lands for females to attract, and sub-par males to evict|
|Remarkably, all except two were a different flavour|
|We set out with high spirits!|
|The mosquitoes were in full-on rape mode as Dom attempted to urinate|
|Despite the lack of animals, the scenery...(note the mosquito photo-bomb)|
|To cleanse my skin of the stench, a creek bath was in order|
|Cleanliness is next to godliness|
|We scoured the tundra, but the White-tailed Ptarmigans eluded us as always|
|Riders passed by here not 1 week ago|
|"What business to two roving birders have in these lands?"|
|I fed my soul with rock, spruce and sky|
|Our new thing: posing nude in front of epic mountains, lakes and rivers|
|The mother kept a close eye on her two cubs and the creepoes photographing them from the roadside|
|There were no Grizzlies nor Goats, just this Spruce Hen and her chicks to keep me company.|
|Looking unto the peak, I was terrified|
|Two feet between the cliff, and death|
|I awoke in my cabin the next morning to find the entire mountain shrouded in mist, with freezing rain pelting the roof. I was stranded! I would have to wait for the storm to pass|
|When the storm finally passed, I looked unto the lands beyond with wonder|
|A precarious perch on top of Cartier Summit before the knee-busting 17 km trip back down|