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Oh, the suspense(ion bridge)

That was a bad title.  Forgive me.
We went on another little adventure, this time to Whistler Interpretive Forest.


How many ways can you interpret a forest?

I heard that there was a suspension bridge somewhere in this forest, and knew I wanted to go, so we gathered the troops and set off in our new boots that pinch, and backpacks full of snacks.

The hike through the forest was exhilarating.  Yep, I just described a hike using a positive word.  Perhaps I am speaking prematurely, and as a total novice, but I’m kind of loving hiking.  We haven’t done anything very challenging; just forests, trails and off the official walking paths, but I love it.  Since we got here (almost a month ago, seriously, how is that possible?), we have done a lot more walking than usual, and after the first week of doing the valley trail twice a day, forty-five minutes each way to the village and back, I have noticed my fitness levels increasing.  At one point during our hike through the Interpretive Forest, I was powering up a steep hill and thought to myself “I’m not out of breath, I’m not struggling, I’m not even tempted to stop for a rest,” and it was the best feeling.  I was running on a total buzz.
The last stretch before the bridge was all uphill though, and I was glad to sit on a rock and catch my breath.  Still a novice, remember.

The bridge was smaller than I expected (perhaps because my only other experience of a suspension bridge is Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge), but as soon as I stepped on it and it started swaying and jumping under me, it felt long enough.

Cheakamus Canyon River was roaring below us.  As I crossed, holding on to the sides felt redundant, ’cause lets face it, if the whole thing snaps, holding on to the wire mesh isn’t going to make much difference.


This girl loves to frighten me by getting as close to the edge of any precipice she can find.  It may not look it in this shot, but there is quite a drop there.

We walked back on the other side of the river, which was an entirely different walk.


There I am, standing on a big rock, holding an apple core.  There were (obviously) no rubbish bins in the forest, and you can’t leave any food traces here because it attracts bears.  (Not that I’m a litterer anyway, but I’m used to leaving biodegradable products as gifts to small animals)


Yarn bombing on a bridge.  I’ve seen a few things yarn-bombed around here, like this bike rack at Function Junction:

I’m loving all our wee days out.  Next stop: the ghost town (if we can find it).

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Lost Lake.

We’ve spent pretty much every day over the past three weeks looking for a place to live and applying for jobs.  More on that soon, but yesterday we happened to find ourselves with an afternoon free, and I really needed to clear my head, plus it wasn’t raining, so we decided to walk to Lost Lake.
Note: I know the rain is needed if we want snow, but I don’t have suitable footwear yet, so it’s a bit of a pain to constantly have wet feetI was very happy that the rain held off yesterday; I needed the break.

The walk was beautiful.  From Whistler village, it took us about twenty minutes to get there.  Well, maybe thirty if you factor in our inevitable walking in the wrong direction at the start.

The walk to get there was as good as the actual lake.

I’m not sure why it is called Lost Lake, but I found out (thanks to the ever-reliable Wikipedia) that before the hotel developments sprung up, Lost Lake beach was once a popular nude sunbathing spot.

There was no flesh on show yesterday; it was pretty chilly.


“It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.”
I love quotes on benches, I always stop to look at every single one.  I always think “oh I’ll remember that one, it’s my favourite”, and then ten minutes later I can’t recall it at all.  I like this one, even though at first it seems somewhat cynical.  I like to think it means we should look for happiness within ourselves; only then can we begin to find happiness in anyone or anything else.I’ve had a rough couple of days, and my most natural instinct is to be disheartened and feel sorry for myself.  But really, I know that isn’t going to help me, or make me feel any better.  I’ve got to look at the bigger picture: I’m here, I’m in Canada after a year of planning and saving.  It was my choice to give up my job and move to a different continent.  I had the means to do that, I had the opportunity and I had the desire.  Why should I be miserable?
I’ve got to find happiness in what I’ve got, instead of dwelling upon what I haven’t got.
Because the truth is, I have so much.

So, so much.

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Whistler baby, Whistler baby…

Ugh, I can’t get rid of that awful song by Flo Rida, it’s been stuck in my head for days.  It was funny at first to sing “Whistler” instead of “whistle”, but now the fun has all gone and I’m ready for a new song in my head.

Anyway, let’s talk about Whistler.  It’s roughly 80 miles north of Vancouver, and in a couple of weeks it’s going to be under a lot of snow.


We took the Greyhound from Vancouver, which took about two and a half hours.  Despite heavy rain for most of the journey, the views were spectacular (forgive my overuse of adjectives; it’s hard to describe the beauty of this country!)


We walk down the Valley Trail from our hostel into the village every day.  Would you ever get bored of this commute? I don’t think so.


Whistler was host to most of the snow-related sports in the Winter 2010 Olympics.


The village feels like a movie set.  It’s so neat, and clean, and (I hate to use this word) cute.


This lake is part of our ‘commute’ too.


This is beginning to feel like a photo shoot for Jay.  She seems to work her way into every shot.


While her back was turned I grabbed this photo.


And there’s a rare one of me, looking for fish in the lake.

I still have a ton of photos to sort through and edit.  I have a feeling this is going to go on for the entire year; BC is just begging to be photographed.

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