Had a nice hike today up mt Newton in the John Dean provincial park today- didn't take any pictures because there wasn't anything particularly stunning or out of the usual, just some good old fashion West Coastal forest and a dead deer's head on the side of the road. It was amazing though because all of the people I talked to did not believe that we had blue sky and warm breezes up the mountain while Victoria lay in a swamy torriential downpour.
And I feel like I finally understand that I have been basing my expectations for love life off of Armand Mirpour's music video for Curly Boy's Law. It's all just a bunch o' dodgeball anyhow.
So besides youtube epiphanys and climbing small mountains, its same old same old over here.