Saturday, April 30, 2016

Adventure Log


Eight and nine year old children can be coerced into writing in a daily journal only if there is a much more enticing name to call it. Where it is lame to keep a diary, it can be almost cool, as a eight or nine year old, to record in an Adventure Log.

That word - Adventure - implies fun, thrill, exploration, risk, discovery,... 

I believe there is a natural thirst for Adventure inside all of us. We seek experiences that are fun, thrilling, risky, and lead to discovery. Children love Adventure. Their sense of curiosity means that they gravitate towards anything marketed as adventurous. Climbing a mountain. Building a survival shelter. Exploring the invertebrates in the pond. 

My Auntie Lou takes her grandkids to the playground and pitches it "let's go on an adventure". Adventures are more awesome than playgrounds.

So here is the account of an Adventure my dear pal Ali and I embarked on.


Adventure Log

The kickoff adventure of my summer 2016 started the very day following my last exam. Wasting no time, Ali and I pedalled off for our mini bike tour of the South-Eastern Shore. 

Excited at departure ! 

That day we cycled 125 kilometres from our home on Wellington Street, to our cozy plot of land for the night at Little Lake Campground, just 4km outside of Lunenburg. The mileage, though long, was broken up nicely into sections:

with a caffeine stop at the Bike & Bean,
plenty of scenic photo-ops,
...stretch/tanning breaks
Church Service (....not)
and Krispi Kraut Sauerkraut.. (closed, unfortunately)
Although some of the hills were tough and at times the headwinds were brutal; we kept motivated knowing what was awaiting us in the World Heritage Site, town of Lunenburg:

BEER!
We were all smiles out on the patio, overlooking the picturesque coastal town that has been awarded winner of the "Communities in Bloom most beautiful town in Canada". A walk through the steep streets of colourfully painted buildings almost feels like a trip back in time. That salty ocean air, and the most friendly of faces makes Lunenburg a truly special place to visit.

And as we cycled along the boardwalk, beside the old fishing boats and sail boats, our legs were sure glad to have reached Lunenburg too. Our windswept hair, and our sun-kissed faces carried with them that accomplished. We earned those fish and chips, and every ounce of grease that went into that cod.

Cheers to bike trips and great friends! 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Journaling


I like to keep a personal journal. To look back and see where my thoughts and where my head was; last week, last month, last year. I have especially loved to read my "one-year-ago-today" entries recently, as they give me a chance to relive my time in Norway. I get to escape for a moment, back into those precious memories which I am grateful for having recorded down on paper.

Taking a look back 365 days from today, here's what I had to say:


April 19, 2015

I'm crawling into bed with a nicely sun-kissed face, wind-swept hair, and legs that have taken me across nearly 30kms of mountains, rivers, fields, and roads. It was an epic weekend - probably my favourite of all the ski trips I've done in Norway. Although I seem to think that every time; this one was really spectacular - the weather conditions were unreal, the scenery was incredible, and every little thing worked out in our favour. From the bus ride from Dale-Lid being free because the payment system was down, to the Høgabu DNT hut being all to ourselves (for the first night, anyways), and the lovely Norwegian couple that graciously gave us each a beer that had to be helicoptered in to their private "hytte" in the middle of the mountains, on our way from Høgabu to Vaksdal. Mmmmm bliss! I felt as though this weekend really exemplified that there is no better feeling than being up in the "fjells". I was thinking back to just two weeks before when I had been in Stockholm and had a great time. But that, compared to the feeling of being out in the middle of the mighty mountains... they can't even compare. There is no feeling more liberating, more rewarding, more humbling than that of standing on top of a mountain peak, overlooking an endless view of pure natural landscape after having just hiked up that elevation with your own two skis. We did a lot of climbing, up and then down, and right back up again. Although we didn't do any crazy long distances; sometimes I would look back and be amazed at the mountains we had just crossed, the landscape we had just traversed. And mostly in a t-shirt! The weather was so wonderfully warm that I was out in the snow-covered mountains in nothing more than a t-shirt; a very special shirt at that - bringing a special soul out with me on an adventure she would have adored. Thought about Zoe a lot on this trip, and how you have to embrace every moment, live all of your days to the fullest. And we certainly did that this weekend; with Thore, Björn, Jane, and I; we laughed like there's no tomorrow. The classic hill people, Triple G, the "darkrooms", "Poor but Sexy", the chocolate pudding, es reicht, the loonie bin, shenanigans, the fun never stopped. And even today when the terrain was getting tough, there was nothing in the world that could kill the spirits of these warriors. A face-plant in the snow filling my ears, a tumble nearly twisting my knee, having to remove our skis to cross multiple rivers, and falling waist-deep into the snow with every step - none of that mattered in the slightest. We were trekking through the valley, beside a glacier-fed stream, between two little mountain ranges, alongside some epic waterfalls, through the moss and the trees; and all the while the sun beaming down on our faces... I felt like the luckiest person in the world. Frilustliv!

Climbing.

The tastiest beer I've ever had.

Jane loves chocolate pudding!

Balance.

The search for Nautical Twilight

Wipe-out !

The magical Høgabu hytte

HUGE Smiles!

Serenity.