After biking and beekeeping on the North Shore, Jen and I headed straight up to Squamish. I’m not actually sure how many times I’ve been here. Certainly more than eight. Maybe double digits. Either way, I love it every time. With each of us coming off long term injuries, we were not in shape to even attempt anything hard or big. Hell, the toughest thing I did the whole trip was only 5.11a, but Squamish is a place where you can spend weeks doing nothing but world class moderates and never get tired of it.
We bounced around a lot, climbing in different locations every day, if not multiple locations in the same day. It was hot enough that a morning and afternoon spot split by a mid-day siesta was pretty much mandatory. But with some climbs being tucked back into the deep forest and others right off the ocean water, it was very easy.
We even took an actual rest day, which is a first for us on this trip, but we needed it. So, we headed out to the windsurfing spit, watched the scene there for a while, waited a bit too long while the tide came in, and crossed a now thigh-deep stretch of ocean that was dry land the hour before to get back to the car.
Then, we went back to climbing some of the best rock on earth with regularly scheduled cool-off dips in the lake at Murrin Park or the pools on top of Shannon Falls.