regular squamishar

ok I admit it, I have to be grateful to mgmt for the inspiration on the title.

stepping out of our house, heads turn and necks hurt. the views are of mountains towering above hills, gigantic forests swallowing pristine lakes, the skies busy with clouds gathered for a merry pouring. people tend to ask us “why chose a place with so much rain?” well it’s quite simple actually: because of the humidity and the rain, vegetation is luxuriant, everything green from the moss in our backyard to the fern growing on top of the sequoia trees over there by the creek. covered in snow, the peaks around the valley call for adventure - and in the summer, plummeted by lush flora, they’ll attract hikers and climbers like a giant lake of honey would have all the bears in the world gathered for a sugary feast.

the river is so cold your feet go numb in a matter of seconds. the marks left by the iron-clay waters on each bank form a layer of orange rocks, as if some kids had spent the entire day painting these, with their brushes and their winter coats. bright colors defy the flat winter palette of grey, dark green and white. ducks and geese took what space the bald eagles left behind a couple week ago when they flew back down towards warmer climates. I’m not much of a fisherman but watching these vibrant and icy streams, I wonder how I would do with a rod and a bit of worm - or even dare tickle the salmon with a feathery fly.

the sound of the train 100m from the house doesn’t wake me up in the morning anymore and kinds of entertain my evenings with its insane hooting. waking up bears for sure. and terrifying my little girl who runs towards us crying every time it passes “in” the backyard. coffee on the patio in the morning sun, having a smoke by the barbecue, watching my wife take a nap with our daughter or walking the trail along the squamish river in a circle and back to the house. simple pleasures of a (not yet) regular squamishar.