Well, more like hiking through the rain and fog on our trek up Mount Seymour Peak yesterday.
It was absolutely gorgeous in the eeriest way. As we scaled rocks and hugged cliffs near the third peak, we could barely see in front of us. It felt like something out of the Lord of the Rings.
There was no view, but I’m told on a sunny day you’d see all of Vancouver.
Though every one of us woke up sore (it was a lot of uphill and followed by a lot of downhill), I think the puppy might have had the best time of all.
When we got home all he did was look out the window. Breaks my heart.
If you’ve got a favourite hike in Vancouver, Whistler, Seattle, wherever, let me know — Leroy will thank you.
