the last Tuesday of twins Chris
and Mike
took me to a birthday trip to Whistler. Same road already announced that it will be a special day. And not just because the first time since coming to Canada, we left Vancouver. This was because one of the most beautiful, most spectacular routes I have ever seen in my life. Quad-highway sandwiched between the beautiful, just a little bit sinister backs North Van, a bay, which is divided from the ocean only to Vancouver Island (island, on the southern side of Victoria is located - the capital of British Columbia), was something between a Highway to Hell Stairway to Heaven. And we found ourselves in the middle of this 'between'.
When it comes to Vancouver Island, I said to you visit because of two things: the first is primary rainforest with trees so huge that it takes ten people, I use them oplesc. The second is the plaza in Tofino - spans of tens of kilometers of sand nature reserve, and at the same time autumn Mecca surfers from all over America. It was here in November and December to be the best waves around the west coast, so we will be added soon eats them up with lovers of San Diego. Already on the way back, we decided that it arguably already Tofino will be our next goal expedition. In keeping with the religious nomenclature must be noted that if Tofino is a surfing Mecca, it can be safely called a Whistler ski and Kathmandu (and perhaps especially) snowboarders. And not just those from the ;-) It's the mark of Buddha already in Whistler in February this year took place most of the Olympic struggles, when two silver medals in jumping won our little mouse, skier Bode Miller first drank beer tanks, and then spatula spread the overall competition superkombinacji and Justyna Kowalczyk almost made the commentator Thomas Zimoch breathed his last:
headed back to our escapades, just behind the town Squamish, Chris asked me if there is something special, What I wish for my birthday. Not much thinking I replied that yes, I would like to meet a bear, and that would be perfect if it was not a man-eating grizzly. Chris has gone on a vision and a low voice spoke these words: 'No it's not all we do, how to pray to the Indian gods, lest we sent down some bowl ...'.
Czartorski Chris is a retired professor of photography and most of the life he lectured on vancouverskim Emily Carr University of Art and Design. This is a man of great personal culture, speaking a language which already he actually did not hear - full of elegance and sense of time. In his mouth is an equally beautiful floral say about history of black-and-white photos, as well as finding Relating to the architecture of the place where you live: "For you see, in West Vancouver, when it comes to construction, everything is there so ... rozpierdolone." Chris came to Canada at the age of two years, so it is actually more Canadian than Polish, but speaks in Polish better than many a hunter forfiterow!
And most importantly, it is extremely modest and good-natured man. However, despite all its advantages, I would not expect that there is also clairvoyant. And in the worst case, with no plugs in some squamishowego shaman - I think the fact that the dipped fingers The point is that my wish was fulfilled even before sunset. After a birthday toast from a coat Honey Lager Whistler we went for a walk on the Lost Lake (Lost Lake), and we had no time even just to get into the woods when I stood in our way ... Bear. Przylapalismy him when dopasal just at the edge of the golf course (shame to admit, but so far I did not know that the bowls are sometimes trawozerne) and initially seemed that we ignored. So we stood and stared at him as stupid in the cheese, and only when it has gone otrzezwielismy leb, turned in our direction and began to move vigorously nostrils. A light breeze blew just in our hand, too fast and slow, we realized that this is one of those moments when nature shows us who the boss really is.
Only moments later we got to the table about what to do if the meeting with Mr.Bearem: "Avoid eye contact and slowly withdraw." We of course we did everything wrong - as we approached the closest they could and stoczylismy battles of the bowl to look even more exciting from the daily struggles of Charlie's Soda. This more, this time we we were in the role of Charlie, and misiek certainly have more oil in the head than Soda ... Because in the end the stupidest dog in the world.
Fortunately, Indian gods were graciously and not enough that we did not have to say goodbye to our scalps, it is still safely brought us to the Lost Lake - a lake of water emerald in color, on which a pilgrim nudist summer from all over the state of BC, the pile ganja and swim naked in the own-built rafts.
As the summer is already over, not given to us was to stand eye to eye with a. .. any of them, but we found the fungus heaviest I've ever met. The Canadian version of Boletus edulis (though the colors Koźlak), which we found on the shores of the lake may not have been a monstrously huge, but was damn heavy - our good specimen weighed three kilograms (or more). Anyway, enough, I use my hand ached when I carried him to the car. Well enough, in order to knock out the bear's brother, had This time, however, wished us tremble!
My birthday Quarter ended beautiful Whistler, siniejacy sunset. Thanks guys for a wonderful trip!
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