IT IS DONE !!!!
5 months down and we've reached Tofino, ending in the same way that we started, in the rain :-/
There are a ton of people to thank, but I won't do that now.
Instead, if this or the previous projects are seen as something commendable, I'm going to ask you to please visit this Facebook link :
The two people pictures represent the toughest, most honourable and most humble people I know.
It is thanks to a fortunate combination of their chromosomes, and some timeous clips around the ear, that I am able to complete these projects.
And so could I ask you, sincerely, to go to their wall and post a simple " thank you ", " congratulations " or anything that you feel is appropriate.
For those of you who know them well, feel free to add " you phenomenal old farts " as a suffix.
I'm not known for being overly emotional, and this is the only way that I can start to thank the two of them sufficiently.
Please do this. It will mean more to me than any words you send my way.
Pretty stoked I can finally say that "The Penguin Runner" has been accepted into the Danish Adventure Film Festival.http://adventurefilmfestival.dk/category/film/lob/ So if you are in Copenhagen on the 30th of November go check it out
The Penguin Runner at Buxton Adventure Festival next weekend. Go see it.. And the Oscar goes to...http://vimeo.com/70547928
There it is folks. The world famous Vancouver skyline in all its glory.
Over the years, there have been a surprising number of people who have run from St. Johns, NL to Vancouver, BC but until today, apparently it's never been done solo andunsupported.
So, I would like to thank Jackie Gouverneur and the Columbia Sportswear folks for allowing me to ' go wild ' in their store ( having crossed the Rockies, I would SERIOUSLY recommend the ' omni-heat ' thermal underwear ).
Thanks also to the Chariot Carrier folk for designing the most incredible piece of baby transport technology. Apart from a bit of aesthetic damage, it has carried a 30+kg load over 7200km in less than 5 months without a wobble.
And finally, Sue Ingram from Sunumbra Sunscreen. Canadian summer days last up to 16 hours and yet my skin still feels as soft as a babies bum-bum.
For what it is worth, you were all part of a not terribly important but still kind of cool piece of running history.
For my part, my end goal is Tofino, so I would ask all of you guys eagerly clutching your lacy, satin underwear, ready to be thrown in my direction in a fit of hysterics, to please not jinx the trip, and to rather hold onto them a bit longer. Perhaps you can run them through another wash-cycle in the interim.....which if you haven't yet worked out how to work the machine, ask your wives/girlfriends to show you. And as a last resort, your mothers.
Only 3-ish days to Vancouver. This pic was taken just outside an appropriately named town, "Hope".
I've run out of hills and am bubbling a bit with child-like excitement. Less than two weeks to Tofino and escapade completion.
That sickening sphincter twitching moment when :
Jogging along at the end of the day, not paying much attention to anything while enjoying the changing of the leaves.
A strong wet animal fur smell filled my nose, and I vaguely wondered whether I had let a quiet one slip out on the sly, and if so, what on earth did I eat for lunch? However, thoughts quickly returned to the rest spot about 200 m further down the road where I was hoping to get a pic ( this pic in fact ).
While taking the photo, a woman drew up in her car and asked whether I had seen the grizzly standing on my side, about 4 meters from the shoulder.
I won't speculate on whether it was fear or crazy coincidence, but no sooner had she left than I let slip an 'anything but silent' one.
Never having heard the roar of a grizzly before, who was I to say that it wouldn't sound like the dulcet tones of a sweaty-cheeked bottom burp.
Not wishing to be duped a second time in as many minutes, I proceeded to investigate and detected a hint of spicy peanut satay tuna, signalling that all was as it should have been.
Having had six bear sightings ( plus 1 ) in 4 days, I've relented and entered into contractual negotiations with the proprietors of a guesting enterprise, the walls of which accommodations offer more sturdy resistance than those afforded by the 5 microns of my tent.
Vidamago is the not-for-profit baby of "Janitor's Weekly" coveted 'Guru of the Aeon' award winner (2003) Dave.