I just got back from Burning Man, so obviously I have a few thoughts to get out of my head. But I haven’t had the time to let you guys know what we did during our time in California. So here it is… Rapid fire style!
That morning, we woke up to the sounds of MJ and Bill fishing for Trout in what is a tiny blue blob without a name on google maps.
MJ and Bill were a couple who had picked us up the evening before. They found us on the roadside, exhausted from the 6 hour hike we’d just completed and asked us if we wanted to come eat some fish and sleep somewhere that we wouldn’t get kicked out. Tired, hungry and always in search of adventure, of course we said yes. After what must have been an hour of bushwhacking, we arrived at the spot the guy who worked at the fishing shop had told them about. We hadn’t ended up catching any fish that night, but the wine and cheese MJ and Bill shared with us more than made up for that.Read More »
It didn’t occur to me to be self conscious about showing up to the Work Exchange Tent wearing nothing but a bathing suit and a backpack until Adrian and I had waved goodbye to the local guy with cool shorts who had driven us there. So in a last ditch effort to come off as professional, I held the cardboard BARRIE sign to my chest like a towel.
“Did you guys come from the pool?” asked someone behind the desk as we approached.
“No, we were just at the lake.”
The Work Exchange people gave us each a t-shirt and an ID card with our shift times on it, which conflicted with zero of our must-sees: Alt-J, Girl Talk, Modest Mouse and Odesza. Although we were skeptical of whether or not we’d brought enough food, we were fully prepared for an awesome weekend. However, upon our arrival through the staff gates at our appointed check-in time, none of the general admission campers had been let in and the venue was a long way away from opening. Our friend Denby and her entourage, who we were planning to camp with, wasn’t going to be there for a good 5 hours. There was a whole lot of nothing going on at Burl’s Creek Event Grounds, so we resigned ourselves to a dusty patch of shade to make some food and be bored.
Okay, this is going to have to be a quick one because I have a lot to catch up and we owe a lot of people a lot of thank yous!
Adrian and I know like zero people in the states (notable exceptions, you know who you are), so the 6 weeks we spent there consisted of a lot of us being lonely and wondering where we were going to stay and what we should do. It wasn’t bad lonely aimlessness. In fact, it was exactly that which led to some of our best adventures. But as soon as we got to Ontario, we became overwhelmed with the sheer amount of friends available to us.Read More »
When you stand 45 miles south of the border with a sign that just reads CANADA, there’s no telling what might happen.
We got a ride to the town of Richfield and walked for two miles through nothing but cornfields to what appeared to be a McDonalds drive through… minus the McDonalds. Underneath a yellow arch and a Canadian flag, we spoke with a woman through a drive through window.Read More »
People often comment that it’s pretty impressive how Adrian and I manage to spend 99.9% (basically whenever neither of us are pooping) of our time together and can still stand each other. That’s true most of the time, but honestly, every time we get into a major city, like clockwork, we’re at each other’s throats. Maybe it’s the smell. Maybe it’s the crowds. Maybe it’s all the shiny things that we can’t afford or the endless hours on public transit. It’s probably all of the above, but it sucks. We made it through about 12 hours in New York City of hardly talking before giving up and “discussing our differences” in Central Park.
We’ve always said that a goal of this trip was to figure out where we wanted to be in the long term. I think the one conclusion that is becoming quite clear is this: No cities!
When Carl picked us up on July 2nd, we had no idea where we were, no plans for July 4th, and no chance of getting off so easy the next time we were stopped by a cop on the I-90 in New York State. Things were looking more grey than red, white or blue.
We went about answering the standard conversation questions that everyone who welcomes us into their car asks: Where are you headed? What are your names? Where are you from? It was when we answered the last one in that set that things got interesting.
“Vancouver?” asked Carl, “Ever heard of Lynn Canyon?”
We hadn’t seen that one coming. Not even everyone living in Vancouver has heard of Lynn Canyon. I waited for Adrian to tell him yes.
“Have you ever cliff jumped there?” was Carl’s next question.
Adrian told him that he’d grown up a 15 minute walk from the park and had jumped there regularly. Carl was ecstatic. Lynn Valley was one of his bucket list spots to cliff jump. He revealed his weekend plans of cliff jumping at a bunch of really cool spots, camping and fireworks to us, saying that we were more than welcome to come along if we weren’t too attached to going to Ithica.
Ithica was nothing more than what we had written on our sign. We jumped at the chance, signing on for four days of adrenaline, beer and new friends.
Two days later, we celebrated our very first Independence Day by watching this happen: