The view at the top of the Barrier Lake hike in Alberta.
A refreshing break at Tsusiat Falls on the West Coast Trail, Vancouver Island.
This map is your only guide as there is no cell reception or service on this 7-day hike.
Perhaps the most thought about subject for me while hiking the West Coast Trail was “what am I going to eat next?”. This ramen recipe was a hit. We dehydrated all the ingredients at home and brought them back to life with a little water and heat. After a long rainy day of hiking, this hit the spot.
Taking some time to slow down and draw on Sidney Spit.
The necessities of life.
One of the many ladders along the West Coast Trail hike. My heart was beating out of my chest on the first ladder as the incline was very steep and the rain had made the rungs very slippery. However, by the 4th day we had all become ladder climbing experts.
Growing up in BC, I am blessed to have beautiful mountains in my backyard and only a 20-minute car ride way. But the mountains in Alberta are on a whole other level.
It was the second day of our West Coast Trail hike and I descending from the forest trail down to the beach just as a heard a loud bear growling noise. I freaked and started to run (the opposite of what you’re supposed to do). Minutes later, as I caught my breath on the beach I looked down to find this very large femur thighbone. Gulp.
Binoculars are a very underrated way to keep yourself entertained. Let’s bring them back, shall we?
As we sat on the beach to watch the sunset and eat our dinner, we soon saw an eagle chasing after a heron in the sky. The commotion grew louder and it was clear this eagle had found its prey and wasn’t going to give up easily. Within seconds, the eagle had forced the heron into the water (which is smart because herons can’t swim, they just wade in the water). Everyone on the beach watched in amazement (and horror?) as the eagle dragged the heron onto shore and started to, ahem, prepare it for consumption by plucking out each of its feathers. The whole thing was observed through my friend Karen’s binoculars. The next morning we wandered over to find the heron carcass on the beach where the eagle had left it the night before. Nature is fascinating, isn’t it?
Throwing rocks in the water never seems to get old.