"here we go boys"

I decided to actually write something to go along with these photos.
Above, you see the condiments for homemade Canadian french fries.
-Zesty Ketchup, Malt Vinegar and... regular vinegar.
So, I went to Whistler with no sleeping bag. For that, I got to sleep on the chesterfield with that cat, whose name I never learned (but he liked me)... and that afgan down below. Afgan... really? People still have those things? Actually, I'm pretty sure that is our family afgan that was hand woven by Grandma Legge?... interesting.

Thank goodness for the bike rack on my car with the lost key, otherwise that huge canoe would be atop Milly, and I wouldn't be stoked. However, Ben was a trooper and let the canoe roast his wagon.
The start of our canoe trip... everyone is smiling, having a good time and enjoying the weather. Phil, good form.
I thought the river looked a little RUSHING, but, I put my trust in Philip's hands and well....
He was a terrible canoe steer-er... and we smashed not only into stumps in the river, but full torque RIGHT into the clay river bank. Many things were lost, but mainly our dignity.

I manage to ditch the canoe with only wet legs, poor Annie went in up to her neck! Clearly Phil was pumped that he managed to save a beer.
Analyzing this photo still makes me laugh.
We have Annie who doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, Phil is emptying out the canoe with a PLASTIC BAG hahaha... and Ben (not wearing shoes) is looking for his iphone (which is probably a mile away by now)...and I am... documenting it all? Very helpful...
Ben lost his phone. It was appropriate to be listening to music as we "casually" strolled down the river... but after the first stump hit, you think he would focus on not smashing into anything else...not the case.
"I hope the music is still playing at the bottom of that river"
So, we got back into the canoe because the magical bridge was not too far away. WRONG. Not only did my feet almost fall off, but the river was getting even more wild. NO, we were not wearing life jackets because Phil said it was a chill river "No Worries"....dumb dumb dumb. We came across an intersection or fork in the river and Phil lost it. The current SMASHED our canoe up against a rock face and there she blew. haha... this time, I wasn't wearing any shoes and there was definitely no getting back in that canoe. We were right "f'd".
Annie was choked and dissappeared up the bank, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry this time cuz I was SOAKED. Phil saved the canoe.. and I chased after Annie.
Here we were, on private property, SOAKED, with no phone. I started walking with Annie when she suddenly stopped and said "oh shit there is a bear". WHAT... I didn't see the FIRST bear, but as she swiftly strolled in my direction I realized there was a bear directly beside me (about 10 feet). I don't remember what I said, probably a "rarrrr".. and Annie kicked some dirt...and it took off. I guess we are black bear survivors?...
Anyway, the private property that we were on belonged to a very nice cowboy who kindly lectured us on our stupidity and gave us a ride back to the drop off car. I was frozen for a solid 3 hours after the freezing river dunk, but it was something I'll never forget/ laugh about to myself. Thank you Pemberton and the Whistler trailer house for that experience... Annie suggested another canoe trip in the future... I'd still be down haha.