Mountains

Tsusiat Falls
No.38 Buy Now Tsusiat Falls
The Other Day

Imagine tramping through forest, bogs and loose sandy beaches for a day, packs feeling heavy, the legs are weary and suddenly Tsusiat Falls is in front of your eyes.  The sheer energy and force of this powerful waterfall was enough to energize the legs and motivate the mind. Well, sort of.  I think it was more the ice-cold “waterfall shower” that woke me up.  It was still a sight to behold.

We were promised we would be soaked on the West Coast trail.  The forecast appeared quite positive, but you never quite know on the coast.  We were two days in and the weather was nothing short of glorious.

Tsusiat Falls sat at the 25 km mark of our trek.  It was a place to rest and prepare for an epic 18 km hike the next day.  I was excited, it was picturesque, the weather was good and I was carting 15 lbs of camera gear for 75 kms.  It was game time.

I got busy, playing with settings, framing Tsusiat Falls, watching the sunset. Naturally, things didn’t go to plan.  I snapped a couple of shots, as you can see below, then disaster struck.  A disaster of my own making there is no doubt about that.  I suppose I could blame the moon but it won’t do much good.  I forgot about the rising tide and the fact that they actually continue to do just that, rise.

No.39 Buy Now Tsusiat Falls runs into the Pacific Ocean
Pay Attention

So, there I was shooting away.  The sun had only moments left with us on this day.  Suddenly, I noticed some movement out the corner of my eye.  I realized that it was a widespread sheet of water coming straight for me, my camera and my “not fully zipped” camera bag.  Grabbing the tripod in one hand, with the other I snatched my bag.  I slipped, fell knees into the water, holding my camera high.  The bag slipped from my grasped and the water immersed it.  Only for a second, I clasped the bag, yanked it out of the water and crossed my fingers.  There may have been some cursing.

I raced back to camp, hesitantly opened the bag for a look and sighed with relief.  Items were wet, but the new, expensive lens only had a droplet or two.  Ryan saved the day.  He had brought extra paper towel and after some extensive drying everything seemed relatively unharmed.  That ended the shooting for the night.  I wanted to let things dry properly before getting back into it.

It was a magical evening as well.  The full moon was beaming down and scattered clouds made for a surreal, unphotographed experience.

No.40 Buy Now The sun sets behind these enchanting trees

Oh well, we’ll try again tomorrow.

Until then,

Jimmy

British Columbia, Landscapes and Nature

No.37 Buy Now Darling River on the West Coast Trail
The Other Day

I am back, from both the West Coast Trail and a blogging hiatus.  We have also begun our travels, well the West Coast Trail really kicked them off.  Presently we are in a hotel in Oslo, Norway.  More to come on Norway and our European adventures soon.  First things first, the West Coast Trail.

It sure was one heck of a trip.  There is a lot to mention so I will break it up over a couple of posts.  Today, I’ll start with the details.  There was seven of us who embarked on the hike (in our group that is, we joined about 6 million other hikers…apparently that’s early season).  We decided to do the trek from north to south.

We stayed a night in these tiny little shoeboxes in Port Renfrew.  They were about as basic as it gets, but when you are about to sleep on a thin, light air-mattress for 6 nights it’s all you need really.  I won’t bore you with the details but I was sick that day and night.  I hadn’t eaten in about 4 days, I was feeling weak and thoughts crossed my mind of pulling out of the trek.  Fortunately, I woke up on Sunday morning ready and raring to go.

We caught a bus from the southern trail-head to Bamfield at the northern end.  This bus was…well…shit.  No suspension, heat cranked, stuffy and to add to that we got a bumpy, windy road.  Most of the passengers did not feel terrific.  The driver also insisted on driving on the wrong side of the road at all times.  This included around blind corners and blind crests.  The driver gave zero f$%^s!  We survived.

Off the bus we got, and off to the trail we went.  The photo above is from the campsite on day 1.  There should be more photos, but equipment failures and temper tantrums ensured that was not the case.  Stay tuned for more camera debacles.  We camped at Darling river, a campsite 14kms from the trail-head.  It was gorgeous, the sun was out and we were blessed with an amazing sunset.

It was a relatively uneventful first 14kms.  Ben acquired his first blister at kilometre two, but other than that it was mellow.  Day 2 was just around the corner.

Until next time,

Jimmy.