Category: Weekend Report
Its official: I’m a terrible surfer. I’ve always known and embraced this fact, but it’s never been so glaringly evident as it was this weekend. It turns out,…
Last week, nothing was going well. I was on strike, which was more morally defeating than I expected; former and current relationships were pushing at sore spots with…
The first time I tried whitewater rafting, at the age of 19, somewhere in the no-man’s-land between Ontario and Quebec, I discovered my inner selfish jerk. I had…
“Do you think we’re getting old?” I forget who said it, but it came at the end of a conversation in which we’d all been extolling the virtues…
I’ll admit it: when I first heard about plans to build the Sea to Sky gondola in Squamish, I was not ok with that. It seemed like a…
What does eating raw tuna have to do with fracturing a vertebra? I’m not sure, but life rarely gives us clean narratives. If I were writing the story,…
One of the best things about living two blocks away from the beach (besides, of course, the beach) is the amazing view I get of the North Shore…
No, surf and snow didn’t happen on the same weekend -at least not this time around. I’m combining two trips into one post, because I’ve been awol for…