Juan de Fuca Marine trail is the lesser-known trail on the lower West Coast of Vancouver Island. It is beautiful, snaking through the forest and... »
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Back To The Future
Sometimes inspiration comes from a place you once were, but can never go back to. I gave Logan a fresh skate deck for Christmas last year, however Logan still had those little kid qualities about him so I constantly reminded him, if I ever found that deck sitting in the rain or left uncared for, I would break it. Fortunately,... »
Paddling the Trincomali Channel
As winter approaches on Vancouver Island there are options to cope with the sense of impending doom and darkness brought on by seasonal affective disorder, lack of sunlight, rain and cloudy gloom. One can drink heavily, plan a trip to Mexico or Hawaii, or less expensively, reflect back on past Island trips and plan adventures for the distant summer of... »
Muchalat Lake
Fishing in and around Gold River in the fall is always fun no matter if fish are caught or not. However, camping can be a chilling experience. A friend and I had planned to go up to Muchalat Lake for some fly-fishing and river scouting ever since the beginning of this past summer. With conflicting schedules throughout the summer a... »
San Juan River - Port Renfrew
The San Juan River flows gently from the west slopes of southern Vancouver Island through thick forests with abundant wildlife and into the Straight of Juan de Fuca. Our goal was to take three kids, three photographers and one mom, pack them and all their gear into two old canoes and run the 15k stretch of the river that flows... »
Sointula
I can’t tell you what Sointula is. I can’t give you a definition. There wasn’t a single moment that defined Sointula for me. Still, after visiting the island once and then again for a longer time, I can’t figure it out. Sointula wouldn’t be watching for whales in Beautiful Bay, or a storm ripping through the treetops, which poke into... »
In the Walbran Valley
I don’t know what it was that gave me an eerie feeling when we entered the campsite at Walbran Valley. Maybe the structures, thin sticks bound together without a canvas. Like skeletons or remains from another civilization. More likely it was that the entrance felt like stepping into a dark cave, especially as the sun was high in the sky,... »
Logan
I used to live with Logan when he was just a little baby, and now he’s 11 years old. I’ve always bugged him about watching too much television and playing video games, so whenever I see Logan, I always make sure to get outdoors with him. Whether it’s playing basketball, baseball, fishing or going to the beach, it’s gotten to... »
Mayne-ly Refreshed
Growing up in a small town, I was always outside, breathing in the freedoms of nature. Since I moved to Victoria, last September, that outdoor time has sadly evaporated. Finally, as the first day of spring arrived boasting sunshine, I decided I needed an escape. I was caught up with my work, the house was clean, and the weather was nice,... »
Itchy and Scratchy
I love fishing. Whether it’s fresh water or salt water, the idea of going out with friends or family and spending the day outdoors is a good thing. In October of 2008, I went home for a week to spend some time with the family. Upon arrival, my dad gave me a fly rod that had been given to him by... »
A Midwinters Ride at the Dump
It’s a crisp, yet sunny January day and the roads are dry on the way up to ‘the Dump’. The bikes are loaded in the trunk, and butterflies start to flutter in my stomach as visions of rocky, forested singletrack dance through my head. We chug along slowly behind a garbage truck, until we’re finally able to break off into... »






