Adventure #1

I live in the fair land of Canada where there are vast mountain ranges, plentiful forests and more bacon (and beer) than anyone could ever hope for. The one thing we lack up here is the access to a lot of American online shopping. Luckily for Matthew and I, we live a mere hour from the border and from a stateside store that will accept packages on your behalf. We usually just send packages to Kerri and have her send them on to us but Matthew was SO EXCITED about getting his new hunting paraphernalia (scope and range finder) that he couldn’t wait until our trip to Oregon next week. And he thinks I’m impatient.

A lot of people from around here will make the trip not just for packages shipped from the U.S., but in order to buy things like cheese and gas and meat and alcohol because items such as those (and others) are infinitely cheaper once you cross the border. In nine years of living here, we had never made that trip and thought that it was high time we did so. We even decided to drive an extra hour south in order to check out Omak, which I’m pretty sure means, “Armpit of Washington State”. We made sure to document this moment for posterity.

The trip wasn’t exciting, really, but it was a nice day for a drive and it gave us something to do for the day while the kids were away. I even managed to score a pair of Columbia hiking boots for $60 at Prince’s. We ended the day by eating dinner on the upper deck at one of our favorite restaurants. A pretty decent day all around.

Adventure #2

I mentioned above that Matthew had ordered hunting gear that we had gone to pick up. He took up hunting last fall, complete with a course and a license and a BIG BOW AND ARROW. He has since procured a gun with, like, bullets and stuff and hopes to shoot some game that we can eat. I’m not sure how it works in the rest of the world, but in Canada there are open seasons for hunting. In addition, there is a “lottery” in which you put your name in, in the hopes that you can win the chance to hunt certain animals. Matthew put his name in for Mountain Sheep and WON. Our pastor has been putting in for that lottery for fourteen years. Another friend of ours has been putting in for that ticket for NINETEEN YEARS.

Needless to say, Matthew is particularly happy about this hunting opportunity. He wants to make sure that he does it right and is outfitting himself with all of the necessary equipment. Last weekend, while I was driving the kids to Grandma’s, he loaded up his ATV and went to scout out the area that he won the ticket for. He rode the ATV as far as he could and then turned back – it wasn’t safe to ride and it was getting too late to hike. He thought that maybe we could spend a day while the kids were away and make the two-hour hike to the summit from the point where he had turned back.

And so, that’s what we did last Friday.

We drove an hour and half away from here to a sleepy town called Keremeos. We went about five minutes past the town, hung a left and started driving down a back country road. Matthew: “Do you see that mountain top in the center with the rocky cap? That’s where we’re going.”

Alrighty then.

We got to the start of the second trail (Matthew had taken the second trail and wanted to stick with what he knew), unloaded the ATV and started up the trail.

About a half an hour into our ride we stopped at a mountain meadow. The ATV engine was getting a little hot in the blazing sun and Matthew thought I might like to take a few photos.

He thought right.

We carried on to the place where we would park the ATV, ate our lunch, and used said ATV as a tripod in order to take a photo of the two of us in case we perished before we set off on our hike.

We started walking (uphill) and chatting about how great it was that we were doing this and before we knew it, we came to a fence that was a dead end. To the left? Insurmountable fences, trees and whatnot. To the right? This:

We assumed this was the path.

We started walking through the mud and the creek and the logs and all of a sudden I had a gash on the back of my thigh.

Me: “Honey! I’m bleeding!” Him: “I thought you brought Band-Aids?” Me: “No…I said that I was going to bring some but you said that you had packed the First Aid Kit.” Him: “Oh, right. I left that back at the quad.”

Nothing a little bit of toilet paper and a whole lot of pressure couldn’t deal with. Me, and him.

We carried on, following the fence line and once we reached a gate, we crossed over. The peak was far to the left but we kind of weaved upwards, at a very vertical angle, for a good hour or more, until we found ourselves on another ATV path. Path #1, it seems, goes right to the summit. Oh well, we had wanted a workout anyway.

A few minutes into our walk along the trail we saw a bunch of mountain sheep. Approximately twenty or so on the hillside and two directly in our path. We kept inching forward and every time they looked up I snapped a photo and this is as close as we got and Mr. Hunter was a little giddy about it all.

He got out his scope and range finder and I took photos of the view.

“The bowl”:

The sheep scurried off and we carried along. I made a joke that it didn’t look very far away, kind of like when you were in Vegas and the next hotel didn’t look very far away.

I was right in my estimation – it took about a half hour to get to the summit. We stopped for a quick snack and a quick use of the scope.

I also asked that he take a photo of me in order to document the whole, “I CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN” thing.

Here is where it all got interesting. Mr. Wilderness deduced that if we cut down through the bowl instead of going back the way we came, we’d cut a load of time off of our return trip. It had taken us two hours to get to the top; it would probably take an hour to get back down through this new route. I was a little skeptical. I mean, I have to chant, “Never Eat Shredded Wheat” every time I need to figure out N/E/S/W and, well. Would cutting down through the bowl really work? Or would we be lost FOREVER? He assured me that it would work. Added bonus: We’d get to go past the lone patch of snow still on the mountain.

Here’s what we soon discovered: the bowl was awash in underground water. What thrives in underground water? MOSQUITOES, THAT’S WHAT.

We had sprayed each other many times over (what with the sweating and all)(Sweat + bug repellent = I was smelling MIGHTY FINE) and the bugs weren’t biting, per se, but they were swarming and the high-pitched whine in my ear and feeling them all around me led me to run like a crazy woman with her hands in a perpetual windmill motion. Until…we came across a field of pretty wildflowers.
I whipped out the camera, snapped a few photos and then set off running again. My backpack wasn’t even locked and loaded and I was yelling, “Go, go, GO!” I whimpered once or twice about my sore feet and my aching knees but there was no way on God’s green Earth that I was going to stop for a rest. When we finally made it to the fence I looked back and, lo. There was the snow patch all teeny in the distance.

We made it back the the ATV, swatting mosquitoes the whole way, and packed up as quickly as possible so that we could start riding down the hill and escape the swarms. We hopped on the quad, started to make our way down the trail and about ten minutes in we heard a strange sound.



All four bolts on the tire had mysteriously disappeared and there was nothing to hold it in place.

Might I add that we were a forty-minute ride from the base of the mountain?

My ingenious husband took two bolts from the other back tire and we limped our way down the hill. An hour or so later we saw our truck and trailer and said, “We made it!” in unison. He loaded the ATV into the trailer while I sat in the air-conditioned cab and freed my feet from their confinement. But, eh. We were going HOME. We turned ourselves around, drove approximately TWO MINUTES and came across this sight:

Why, YES, that is a truck that is ON FIRE. In the middle of a COUNTRY ROAD of which there is NO ALTERNATE ROUTE. We ended up sitting there for AN HOUR AND A HALF until the gas talk had dissipated enough so that the forestry guy said that they did not “recommend” driving through but as long as we “accepted the liability” we were free to go. And go we did, for we had kids to meet up with.

I took a shot as we sailed by.

Stupid truck.

Photos and stories aside, this day will stand out as one of my most favorite days. Ever. I work out almost every day but climbing a mountain is kind of a big deal to me. I did it without fatigue, without complaining (except for those darned MOSQUITOES) and without injury. I expected to wake up the next morning with muscles that were screaming at me but, no. I just felt more invigorated. If that even makes sense.

Sometimes I get a little tired of the daily exercise regime and the fact that it makes me bulkier than I used to be but then I CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN and realized that maybe strength is greater than your dress size. Literally and figuratively.

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  1. Laura Radniecki July 12, 2010 6:27 am edit

    What an adventure!!!! Thanks for documenting it and sharing it – I felt like I was reading a novel kind of. :) And how ironic and bizarre, the burning truck at the end. Woahhh.
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  2. K July 12, 2010 6:57 am edit

    That looks like so much fun! (minus the mosquitos and the popped off tire and the hour and a half wait while the truck burned).

  3. Sharon July 12, 2010 8:31 am edit

    Wow – looks like an incredible day! I love days that are like that. Glad you had so many fun adventures!
    .-= Sharon´s last blog ..Random things that are in Sharon’s brain =-.

  4. gorillabuns July 12, 2010 8:37 am edit

    man, the view and the scenery is something I’m not quite used to here in the flatlands with hardly any trees.

  5. Jodi July 12, 2010 8:54 am edit

    Fantastic adventures! I loved reading about them!
    .-= Jodi´s last blog ..Uninspired =-.

  6. Rebecca July 12, 2010 9:20 am edit

    First of all those views are stunning and I am trying to convince the Hubby that the next time he’s playing in BC I NEED to go!
    Secondly I needed a good laugh! I can picture the running and swatting!!!
    Sounds like you filled the silence beautifully!
    .-= Rebecca´s last blog ..Wine And Cheese Yum =-.

  7. Eric's Mommy July 12, 2010 9:20 am edit

    Everything about this is just awesome!
    The scenery, the snow eating (please tell me he did eat the snow, I love eating snow), the mountain sheep. Looks like you guys had so much fun.

  8. Danica July 12, 2010 9:28 am edit

    What an adventure!
    I know somebody already said that, but it’s like an echo. Mountains. Echo. Get it?
    I’m glad you two had such a great day together. You’ll remember it forever.
    .-= Danica´s last blog ..Sisters =-.

  9. Victoria July 12, 2010 9:44 am edit

    Awesome! (Well, except for the burning truck) Good for you :D

  10. Kristabella July 12, 2010 10:15 am edit

    Good for you! I would have been complaining the WHOLE time. Mostly because I’m out of shape!
    .-= Kristabella´s last blog ..Sidelined With The Kristin Johnsons =-.

  11. Marilyn (A Lot of Loves) July 12, 2010 10:18 am edit

    I’m no where near being able to climb a mountain. You did awesome. That was a lot of climbing (and running). How did four bolts come off the tire? Did someone steal them? Maybe it was the guy with the truck on fire and that was his payback.
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  12. sizzle July 12, 2010 10:49 am edit

    Excellent indeed! Way to power up that mountain. Sounds like a grand adventure.
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  13. Meg July 12, 2010 10:53 am edit

    Gorgeous photos! And, holy heck, good for you for climbing a MOUNTAIN! That’s pretty scary about the truck burning thought :S
    .-= Meg´s last blog ..Normal day =-.

  14. hillary July 12, 2010 11:26 am edit

    Dude! you guys are badass!
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  15. kim @ mommyknows July 12, 2010 11:46 am edit

    Well done Angella. I love hiking.

    Your photos are great. I especially like the alpine meadow shots with the flowers. It’s the best time of the year to hike.
    .-= kim @ mommyknows´s last blog ..Lay’s Chip Trip – Zoo Style =-.

  16. Kerri Anne July 12, 2010 12:32 pm edit

    YOU CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN. An insanely beautiful! one, at that. So awesome.

    But there is one part of this story that is bothering me: WHERE did the bolts to the tire go? I mean, how do four bolts just up and disappear? Did someone STEAL them? And WHY would someone do that? Was it the same someone who lit that car on fire (if that car was even lit on fire)?

    I could write a mystery story about your mountain climbing experience. Heh.
    .-= Kerri Anne´s last blog ..Snapshots Of A Season In Progress =-.

  17. Kami's Khlopchyk July 12, 2010 12:43 pm edit

    You guys really know how to live it up! Sounds like great fun minus the skeeters and flaming truck. What was up with that?
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  18. Jen Wilson July 12, 2010 12:46 pm edit

    Wow. Sounds AMAZING! I have lots of Terrace friends who do those lottery things and love it. Guns are prevalent at my home church!

    Good luck Matthew!
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  19. monstergirlee July 12, 2010 1:32 pm edit

    Loved the photos and the story, glad the ATV was still able to be used to get you off the mountain.
    A wonderful adventure except the burning truck. wtf what that all about.
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  20. amanda July 12, 2010 1:35 pm edit

    Yeah you for climbing a mountain. And I can so see you running down said mountain with your arms flailing about because of the mosquitoes! :)
    The US shopping part made me giggle, b/c I’m 2.5 hours from the border but it’s still worth the drive to shop. It drives me nuts that stuff is so much cheaper there (although on my last trip west your milk is half the price it is here in Ontario). I did learn on the last trip south…don’t bring back/claim any more than $20 worth of dairy…not worth, so said the friendly border dude – no, we weren’t stopped he was just informing after I said I brought back yogurt…why can’t we have Yoplait up here!?

  21. Hannah July 12, 2010 3:47 pm edit

    Wowser!! That is one adventure alright! It sounds like something from a movie or a book. Mostly because it’s in Canada, but also because it was so interesting to read! I’m glad you were okay though. I held my breath a few times, hoping you wouldn’t get lost or hurt!
    .-= Hannah´s last blog ..Things I am loving right now … =-.

  22. Sarah July 12, 2010 7:08 pm edit

    I love your photos! Way to climb that mountain!
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  23. Jennifer Kirk July 13, 2010 12:10 am edit

    That whole adventure totally rocks but really, I’m here to tell you I’m totally jealous of your photos in the alpine wildflower meadows… I’ve always wanted to shoot somewhere like that. Gorgeous. :)
    .-= Jennifer Kirk´s last blog ..Abbey -amp Alex – engagement session in White Rock =-.

  24. alimartell July 13, 2010 10:11 am edit

    okay. the never eat shredded wheat thing made me snort-laugh. I totally love you. AND the fact that you climb mountains is kind of ridiculously awesome too.
    .-= alimartell´s last blog ..The Toothless And a Fairy in Training And a Dead Bird =-.

  25. Mama in the City July 13, 2010 8:25 pm edit

    Oh man! Those adventures sure have some funny moments inside of them! I had a chuckle over the truck. The truck! The truck! The truck is on fire!
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