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The Kennewick Cedar

“I think we’ve got something here!” I turned abruptly, just in time to see Chris clambering swiftly up the steep gully we were crossing. From my vantage point, I had no idea what he was talking about, but I knew he was absolutely serious. I followed along, and as he disappeared from sight into the brush, suddenly his source of excitement became obvious. There, on the south bank of the gully, was one of the most impressive Western Red Cedars I have seen, before or since! Continue reading The Kennewick Cedar

North Shore Boys Storm the South Needle

It was, of all things, a chance encounter. He had read several of my trip reports, posted on a hiking forum, on relatively obscure pursuits in the North Shore Mountains, and simply sent me a message. At first I was not even certain I’d answer, as I’m given to solo pursuits, but for whatever reason I did. That was in late May of 2004, and it likely marked a distinct change in the course of both of our lives. That was how I met Doug, who has become my regular partner in crime on so many of my most enjoyable trips, and one of my closest friends. Continue reading North Shore Boys Storm the South Needle

The Saga of the Red Creek Fir, Part 3 of 3

Time now for the conclusion of this chronicle. The sundial had moved forward yet another year. It was now May of 2009, and no doubt you’ve guessed by now that we were once again chilling at the Horseshoe Bay Ferry Terminal. It was way too early to be drinking anything but coffee, but it was another bluebird day, and this time we were going to find that tree, right? The Simpsons imitations were flowing freely, and I was doing my best Troy McClure ( credit here to The Simpsons, all rights reserved, and the late, great Phil Hartman )… Continue reading The Saga of the Red Creek Fir, Part 3 of 3

In Search of the Eagles Nest Grove

It was May of 2004, and I found myself biking up the Eastside Road in the Lower Seymour Conservation Reserve, a favourite destination of mine. Early last century, this valley was home to magnificent stands of old growth forest. Now, though much has been lost, the area’s timber is  protected for future generations to enjoy. That day, I was in search of the auspiciously named Eagles Nest Grove. Continue reading In Search of the Eagles Nest Grove