oh what a life!

Britt flies out first thing to begin on a journey of a much different ilk...nursing school.  Then it's just me, me and the road.  The first book I fondly remember owning and reading on my own was yukon ho.  I still remember wondering what it would feel like to set out as they did.

hola olita

mini waves
it's been a while, and my mind is starting to play tricks.

hola ola

lopez island>vancouver

weren't we just in NZ?

went out for a stroll on the spit on the early low, and found squirting clams all over the joint

finally outsmarted the elusive Tresus capax (Horse clam), unfortunately they're outta season, so i buried it out of reach of the waiting gulls, but it was cool to see. this specimen's shell alone was easily 6 inches across, not to mention the siphon

water catchment!

the lions gate bridge in vancouver.  it was strangely similar to driving out of the park, onto the golden gate

awkward car shot from the bridge

arrived at camp for the night, at Porteau bay, on supposedly the southern most fjord in north america

pretty cool recycled tire roofing on the ampitheater there

suppertime:beef+minestrone

vancouver skyline from the north shore 

a shopping cart bedazzled by the sea

snow island

lopez island

king fisher

cabin boats aplenty

the view from the old spencer cabin on the spit

our spencer spit campgroud