2 and a half years ago when I was 19 years old I had the wildest and most inspiring adventure in my life. It was the summer of 2004 and me and my boss had just finished building a house in Vancouver. This meant I had a pocket full of cash and no obligation to work, I was free. For me to be in such shoes at the start of summer was the best and most optomistic feeling that I have ever known. The summer is the golden time for oppurtunity in Canada. My only future plan was that me and my buddy James had already bought train tickets to leave from Vancouver to SanDiego on route to Central America but that was for the end of October and I had 4 months to kill.

I knew it was time to have an adventure but I wasnt sure what kind, I didnt want to leave the city to hike up a mountain and then be back on Monday. Things couldn´t have worked more perfectly for me then that my good buddy Nick Moore was graduating from a outdoor wilderness course in Squamish. To celebrate his graduation him and a companion from his course named Gustav were heading north east into the Cariboo Mountains to Canoe around the famous Bowron Lake canoe chain. I packed my backpack with everything, more than Id ever had in it before. I knew that I wasnt coming back to Vancouver after the canoe trip but rather heading solo into a wilderness park to hike and climb. It would be my first solo backpacking trip aswell as my first experience with true and I mean true Canadian wilderness and isolation. We loaded into Gustav´s Truck and barrelled Gustav was from this area, actually his family owned the main lodge on the lake that rented canoes so we were very welcome and givin free access to all his familys boats

2 and a half years ago when I was 19 years old I had the wildest and most inspiring adventure in my life. It was the summer of 2004 and me and my boss had just finished building a house in Vancouver. This meant I had a pocket full of cash and no obligation to work, I was free. For me to be in such shoes at the start of summer was the best and most optomistic feeling that I have ever known. The summer is the golden time for oppurtunity in Canada. My only future plan was that me and my buddy James had already bought train tickets to leave from Vancouver to SanDiego on route to Central America but that was for the end of October and I had 4 months to kill.

I knew it was time to have an adventure but I wasnt sure what kind, I didnt want to leave the city to hike up a mountain and then be back on Monday. Things couldn´t have worked more perfectly for me then that my good buddy Nick Moore was graduating from a outdoor wilderness course in Squamish. To celebrate his graduation him and a companion from his course named Gustav were heading north east into the Cariboo Mountains to Canoe around the famous Bowron Lake canoe chain. I packed my backpack with everything, more than Id ever had in it before. I knew that I wasnt coming back to Vancouver after the canoe trip but rather heading solo into a wilderness park to hike and climb. It would be my first solo backpacking trip aswell as my first experience with true and I mean true Canadian wilderness and isolation. We loaded into Gustav´s Truck and barrelled Gustav was from this area, actually his family owned the main lodge on the lake that rented canoes so we were very welcome and givin free access to all his familys boats