Sunday, January 23, 2022

Isolation-cation: Big Pretty Mountains

Barry's requirement for our isolation-cation was mountains.
We even stayed up late to see the sunset once, at 4:30pm.
Some of the time it just looked like this, all foggy murder spookies.
We stayed in an airbnb just like the house in the the recent James Bond movie where the bad guy walks across the lake to murder the family. We looked for him from the hot tub, here.
The fact that said baddie didn't have snowshoes was only one of the plot holes.
Anyway, we survived.
This is Whistler, where they've shaved the mountain for skiing. It's very pretty.
Here, we did the most un-Canadian thing of our trip. We actually walked around town. We did not drive. Because of the snow on the roads. Shame was felt, as was exercise.
This is the Shadow Lake interpretive forest. We aren't sure how to interpret a forest, but attempts were made in the previous post. This post is just for pretty mountain pictures, please interpret:
To aid in the interpretation, Barry wrote a haiku about lichen, clearly inspired by my earlier writings:
Lichen is wispy
It needs to be processed lots
Before you eat it
So now you know why we don't do a blog of poetry.
Anyway, let's interpret moss monster trees.
We found a sign in the forest about how to do your business. It's always nice to be considerate.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Canadian Winter Survival plus Wapiti

While winter can be pretty, it has its hazards. 
Our skin now resembles this flakey lake ice surface. While some people think Canadians are all wrestling wolves and thwarting bears, this is what real nature sightings are like.
We went until roads become "Forest Service Roads, use at your own risk". At first we saw nothing more than rodentia prints.
Oooh, these footprints look more promising! Let's traipse across the field to see.
Oh my gosh, if you squint, you can see wapiti (elk)!
First time I've ever seen them, and totally worth walking through thigh-deep snow.
In more boring deer news, Barry would like you to know that this is a mule deer, and yes Laura, there are different types of deer, and people do care about that. I care more about not hitting it with my car.
Here is a blurry bald eagle shot to go with the blurry whadeva deer. They were impressive and plentiful at the dump, a lesser-known nature and vacation destination.
I have seen (entirely peaceful) bears twice in my life, and now I've seen bear spray once. People (such as Barry) feel safer convincing themselves they could use this with gloves and snowshoes on. I'd be better off challenging the bear to a yodeling competition.
Ok, back to the topic at hand which is survival: Moisturizer, bear spray, and staying dry, unlike these coots (really, that's their birdname). It was -20C when we saw them, and Barry was very concerned about their cooty foot skin.
Since days are short, dark and moody, you need to appreciate bright and pretty things. Like snowflakes. Here are some, but this is my best macro lens shot.
You can't really eat coniferous needles, but the trees in British Columbia are covered in lichen. Like with many things Canadian, I know almost nothing about lichen, do you?
However, fear-not! With my recent and hopefully fleeting interest in binomially questionable mycology, I have looked up some fun facts! Lichens: not just fungus, not just bacteria, but both (which reminds me of the human gut)!
Edible: usually (with poisonous exceptions); and delicious: I don't know! While the lichen were a consistent food source of First Nations people in many formats, they require extensive processing, and have some questionable, sometimes hairy textures, as shown above.
I tried to understand how to tell moss, above, from lichen, and, well, that's not interesting.
Look at all that lichen! After a while, I stopped seeing the tress for the furry bits!
The real hazard is the driving. Don't do what these cars did. It can be a challenge, and rental car companies aren't so keen on giving you cars with the tires you actually need in winter. (Jokes, these cars are long term parked).
Here, tiny Barry shows the size of the snow removal attachment for the plough. If you're my Aussie reader, snow removal happens after the snowbanks get too big. Don't worry your tanned little head about it.
My mother gave me wise isolation-cation advice, which was to cook good-smelling food in the oven for a long time. Luckily, Grandma's baked beans recipe cooks for precisely 4-6 hours, yielding much yum.
Finally, the real secret to surviving winter is suitable indoor pastimes, such as a Caesar and crossword.

Canuck Sportliness

During Isolation-cation, Barry and I went out to do the sports, and get the fitnesses!
Here are some crazy Canuck sports.
The first sport is called après-ski, which is like swimming. We are so good at this that we replace the pendant-ski with this part too.
To make it sportier, and possibly more Scandinavian (unclear, difficult to verify, too lazy to ask Scandinavian friends), we jumped into the snow first. Once was enough.
Winter sports can bring out your snow face: here is Barry's:
Here is mine. Also, this is how far I sunk into the snow.
Swam my way outta that one.
So, next sport: snowshoeing. Pros: Allows walking on lotsadeep snow to go see the mountain fogs. Cons: Is not actually fun, feels like trying to run immediately upon waking from surgery.
My parents pointed out that limited action shots cast doubts on my sportiness, but I leave the reader to judge.
The messier one is Barry, as usual.