The Days Gone By.

The past few days have been topped to the brim with adventure.

Tuesday, my british co-worker Harri and I cycled to Radar Hill. I proceeded to run up the "hill" then we did a good hour of Yoga at the top with the spectacular view as our back drop.

( Photos are on their way via someone else's camera)  

Yesterday my friend Harri and I decided that an adventure which does not include a paved path would be more worthy of the title. I remembered my manager mentioning a great path that leads to a lake in the middle of the forest. At this lake he said there was a row boat that everyone is free to use. 

Secret location+ hidden lake + communal rowboat = Kim worthy adventure. 

Also rumor had it that this lake had an abundance of trout. 

First, we were offer to Method Marine where we procured a sturdy rod called" The ugly Stik"  and a few fishing lures labeled "Trout Killers". 

Then we were off 

Two Photos of Harri and his new rod are necessary. This only expresses a mere portion of his enthusiasm. 

When in Rome grab the rod and pose. 

The beginning portion of the trail after you ignore the No Trespassing Sign. Ever great trail in Tofino either starts of with a No Trespassing Sign or a Do Not Proceed, Headlands are Impassable Sign. Sometimes it involves bargaining with Mr. Park Warden.

 Note to you: Jedi mind trick DOES NOT work him. 

At the top of the dirt road portion you come across a radio station of sorts. Then a concrete foundation / ruin of a more ancient radio tower. You walk around the foundation to portion 2. Portion 2 rugged terrain. 
This is the lake in the distance. No photo from my 6 pixel camera can do any justice to how I felt looking out onto the lake which was situated in the jungle. The ocean is just a few kilometers behind it. Truly the work of God.

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There was just one paddle for the row boat and there was a hole at the bottom which required constant bailing out hence the plastic bottle.

I fixed the hole in the boat with my lollipop stick. Go Grape go ! 

Next Time we go fishing I will have a photo of us holding the FAT trout we caught.

Harri was let down that we didn't catch anything. I am sure it is because in his mind he failed some man test. I on the other hand felt fantastic. It was hard to leave. Plus I did'nt want to be carrying a freshly catch fish in potential bear territory. Thats jungle suicide. 

If in case this enter post did'nt convey how wonderful this adventure was then this 3 minute video of us on the lake and me smiling will ease any lingering doubts.