First you should ask yourself if you like mud. And if you are willing be wet. If you are willing to stink of campfire walking into a fancy hotel. And if you want to sit and watch the ocean, and the fog roll in and the clouds break apart for a sunset, if you are willing slip off a slippery stump and fall into the mucky trail, love trail mix as you’ve never loved anything before and wave to whales as they poke above the scary high swell. If your answer is yes, then you should most definitely do the West Coast Trail.
Advice: Wear gaitors. Take your time. Definitely go to Owen Point.
(Click on the first picture to view the gallery.)
Into here we fit our entire lives.
One of the many sightseeing attractions on the WCT.
Before: sparkly clean.
Lost five steps into the trip.
Getting our ladder legs.
Sea lions! They bark like krakens (or at least the way I imagine Krakens might bark)
Buoys mark where the inland trail meets the beach.
It rained on day 2. Dan broke out the poncho.
The Living Room at Tsusiat Falls.
The beginning of a long line of pimp campspots.
Toastin naan on the campfire
Crab before it is in my belly
Crab after it is in my belly
When people ask what the hardest part of the trip was- I tell them it was keeping my footing on tilted decaying mud and rain-slick boardwalks.
rest stop on the beach
Cribs Creek. Whale sighting #1
You’re looking at a tall boy amber ale and 750 ml of Vancouver Island’s finest red (at least it tasted that way at the campfire)
Canada has wheelbarrows!
Big old tree with cute young couple
yet another perfect campspot at Walbran Creek
I think the MSR is smiling in this picture.
We stayed up late lying on these benches watching the stars.
We stayed here for two days.
it was clear and it rained and we swam and the tide almost washed away our tent and we saw seals and whales
and it was perfect
Good night ocean.
Early morning tide pooling.
This here buoy now lives at our secret campsite at Walbran Creek.
Second to last night. Sigh.
Ponchos are sexy! (and heart-like)
Cave I had no idea we were destined for.
Hard to explain
…but Krista’s face captures it completely
blue skies and big boulders
75 k bitches.
So much muddier now. And also. Very happy.
and several bottles of hotel shampoo later… (our heavenly room at the Oak Bay Beach Hotel)
Pitchers of beer (to the swinging serenade of a Seal sattelite chanel)
Champagne in robes before hitting the hot pools.
If you look closely, you can see the bulleproof Benz (once used for Japanese Royalty- true story) waiting to take us to the airport.
me and my honey. The end.
This post originally appeared on Calgary is Awesome.
I am so excited to tell you about a very special adventure to Mt. Robson Provincial Park. It included one of the best views I have ever seen in my whole life which was this: