I know that when you browse my posts it doesn't look like I spend all my time studying and working—but if I showed you what I actually did (think pages of Greek homework and books on epistemology) you wouldn't look at my blog. Ever.
Today I went on a hike up between Squamish and Whistler, the Garibaldi Lake Trail. It would be amazing to do it in the summer, but alas, I was too busy—you guessed it—working and doing summer classes. Anyhow, the forecast said rain and 27–31ºF. But I had already committed...so I borrowed an insulated rain jacket and prayed for the best. Which is exactly what we got: the cold weather froze the precipitation and we ascended 900 meters via 9 kilometers of trail under a confetti storm of snow. And we weren't even cold because the hiking effort was keeping us warm! By the time we hiked another 9 kilometers out, the snow had recreated the forest as a winter wonderland, a perfect Narnia...quiet, and hardly stirred by a breeze....enchanting.
The team—all classmates from my college.
Elevensies with a view
Arriving at the lake—a serene winterscape.
By the time we'd hiked out and stopped for dinner at a local brewery, we'd been out of the city for over twelve hours! We decided it was high time we headed home from our epic outing. It was a really lovely day of fellowship, bonding, laughter, and gratitude for the beauty we experienced.
