Blue bird sky. Crisp air that pulls you awake. Warmth when you're in the sun. Green to orange, yellow, red, brown. An excuse to wear gnome hats. Pumpkin pie. Change!
Let us examine late September, where an overnight hike to Brandywine Mountain near Squamish was in order. At the beginning of our journey, it appeared as though some trickster spirit set out to sabotage our adventure, getting us lost on unmarked rocky logging roads, making us forget a bag of delicious food, and sending mists to fog our vision.
A half an hour in we emerged out of the woods and prematurely found the Meadow, aka base camp. We realized we had mistakenly gone on a major shortcut starting from the logging road. After blinking in surprise and pitching our tents, we headed toward the base of the Mountain. The trickster made the trail extra muddy for us, but we slipped and sludged on.
After an hour of scramble and rock climbing, again with scant indication of where to go, we made it up beyond the clouds!
Then the trickster emerged once more as we realized we weren't on the right peak. The next segment involved scaling across the mountain range to find "the right one" and eventually stopping due to the fact that soon we wouldn't be able to see beyond our noses in the waning daylight and the fog. Back down for a campfire and zzzz's.
The trickster didn't have time to wait around for us to finish sleeping, so he packed his bag and booked it for a more controversial location. This amounted to the change in weather and us waking in the morning to the splendiferous landscape we weren't able to see the day before!
Half the hiking party decided to stay and scale the mountain properly again, while the other half headed home...but not without taking our time to bask in the sun and meadows along the way!
'Twas then back in Vancouver that trees began their metamorphosis in earnest and leaves floated down to the earth to gather in crunchy piles.
In the week following Brandywine, 'twere opportunities to spend time with friends coming and going. Biking and romping amongst leaves at Stanley Park occurred...
...as did a nature walk through gorgeous Hollyburn up at Cypress Mountain for some mushroom admiring.
Flash forward to October 6, and 'twas a day filled with pastrami sandwiches and enough warmth for exposed skin at Wreck Beach! The air was a tit bit nipply and the water had gone beyond frigid, but there was enough bare bums to know that nobody cared. Let it all hang loose while you still can.
Alright, enough 'twas-ing, stay tuned for part deux of Septober, a post that features a city well-known in connection to a very cheesy 90's sitcom...
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