Layer upon layer
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
Tag: British Columbia
Like hailstones fallen to Earth
For hours, they gathered
Like hailstones falling to Earth
Like hailstones falling to Earth
A trickle at first
Then a torrent
Then a tumult
Until the space filled
In a thunderous storm
They come for the snow
They come for the snow
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
Tyaughton Canoeing
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
Grand, Beautiful, Divine
There are places on this Earth
Which remind me
How grand it is
How beautiful
How divine
Which remind me
How grand it is
How beautiful
How divine
Deep Cove
In the cool calm morning
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Dubh Linn Gate Après
The Guinness is expensive
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks
I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around
A hard day, even for a stone face
Damn seagulls…
Tantalus and Cheakamus
Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.
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