On Sunday,we drove a couple hours East, to Manning Provincial Park, and trotted around for the afternoon in snow-shoes. We had Dallas along, and it was a nice day-trip, low-key kind of activity.
A couple days later, we drove North to Squamish, and did the Upper Shannon Falls trail, marked Moderate in our borrowed guide-book. Almost immediately the incline and big boulders gave me low back pain, and the rest of the hike was accomplished with a staff and multiple Robaxicet pills. With some resentment, we watched perky joggers dashing past us, with the freakish calf muscles native to this region, and oblivious to our (should I say my) struggle.
By the end of this hike, we were on wobbly, exhausted legs, just trying to get out safely before dark. I was so tired, I noticed myself almost tripping several times, just because my feet weren't planting themselves where I commanded. I had to pay specific attention to each footstep for the last 20 minutes or so, just so I didn't end up eating a tree.
We had planned to head to Whistler the following day, but we were both knackered, and instead made it a dog-beach day. What could be more low key?
Trying to back-door moderation was a waste of time. By Thursday night, we both had the beginnings of colds, and I had to drag myself through Friday at work. This weekend has been miserable, with us both sick. Bah. I am stuck in bed with kleenex boxes, while the boxing bag and bikes and gear call out to me with unrequited love from down below.
Double bah.
A few pictures, nonetheless.
