The trip began… I whiled my time away in the departure lounges dreaming of all the other mooses I would meet in Canada
Once we arrived in Vancouver, we picked up the rental car.
I spent some time frolicking in a daisy field, unsuccessfully hunting for lady mooses.
After my unsuccessful hunt for other mooses in the daisy field, I consoled myself with some slab climbing, at Shannon Falls, Squamish.
Followed up with some crack climbing – I’d never tried it before, but this jamming business seems to really suit my physique – maybe I’ll become a crack climber? Anyway, this is me on Klahanie Crack (5.7).
On our way back down again, we stopped at Shannon Falls.
Well, as the Squamish area seemed to have no mooses at all, we tried heading over to the other side of BC. We got as far as Lake Skaha anyway. Here I’m scanning the horizon – it doesn’t look like moose country, but you never know.
Having failed to find mooses at Lake Skaha, we’re running out of time. I’m becoming desperate about my hopes of ever meeting another moose. We drive back through BC to Squamish, taking a scenic route, incorporating many picturesque rivers. Still no other mooses.
Our last evening in Canada, I sit on top of the Chief and contemplate life. Will I ever meet any other mooses? Am I the only one?
