My favourite photos from the America trip so far have been shot in Vancouver. On top of the Squamish Chief to be precise. After a traumatic night in the worst hostel I’ve ever stayed at (full story will follow in some sort of hilarious disaster round-up), some friends picked us up and took us on a beautiful 30-minute car ride out of the city and into the wilderness. We passed mountains, the sea and blue skies and that was when I knew it’d be a good day.
Fast forward one hour, the full extent of my lack of preparation became painfully obvious: My short pink skirt turned out to be rather inconvenient for a hike that involved jumping over trees and little streams, my water bottle was empty when we were still far from the top and I was hopelessly overestimating my physical condition. That’s what happens when you live in the city and think the occasional gym or pool visit means you’re a fit bodybuilder.
Since then, I’ve done a few more hikes because that activity seems a lot more common in North America and I’ve become less of a loser and even look forward to testing out some European trails in the near future. There’s just nothing like the satisfaction reaching the top and knowing that you’ve fully earned that view. And now over to you, enjoy the views!