After an unsuccessful attempt at bump-starting Raddie’s bike, the three of us rolled out mid-day on Saturday on our way to Whistler. The long way. Vancouver to Hope, to Lytton, to Ashcroft, Cache Creek, Pemberton, Whistler, and back to Vancouver. Saw a ton of other bikes on the road, took in some drag racing outside of Ashcroft, rolled by a black bear mid-way through the Duffy Lake road, crashed in Whistler for the night. Woke up Sunday, had a hearty breaky in Whistler, and headed down the sea-to-sky and hiked the Chief in Squamish. Parkoured our way down the trail at the Chief, and headed over to meet up with the girls on Bowyer Island for an ocean swim, sunset hike, a few beers and some turkey tacos. Home first thing Monday. That is what I call maximizing your weekend.

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.

~G.K. Chesterton

Footage: 5d Mark II/35mm 1.4         Music: Bombay Bicycle Club – Always Like This

As I drink my third delicious cup of coffee and outside fall rears its ugly head, I can only watch this and smile… What a way to cap off the best summer of my life.