So the the fellas and I decided to go on a camping trip to Garibaldi Lake. There were about 12 of us total. Seven friends --who have been in Vancouver for about 2 months who are originally from India, Di who lives across the street who is 22 from China but has lived in Vancouver for the past 7 years, Arnold and his brother from London Ontario whose parents are from Nicaragua, and Trevor who is originally from Ottawa but has lived in Vancouver for the past year, and of course yours truly. The hike up was brutal, it was a 9 k--over 6 mile hike--carrying heavy equipment. Some of the guys took 6 hours to get to the lake, others took as long as 8 hours to reach it. No one expected it to be snowing. That night it was too cold to camp in tents on the snow--most of the guys did not bring sleeping bags but rather a few blankets to share. So we brought the tents inside the shelters that were set up. That night we played cards in the tent--10 full grown men in a 5 person tent--and I cooked dinner on the little propane grill that was brought. One of the more comical moments were when in the middle of the night a few of the guys heard wolves around our shelter, to which I was awaken to, "oh my goodness, do you guys hear that?!? Those are wolves, quick help me push the picnic table in front of the door so the wolves don't come in." I just imagined wolves standing on their hind legs opening the door handle 😀
... The thought actually still makes me chuckle. The next morning we all were so cold we woke up at 5 a.m and started our trek back down the mountain. Most of the guys have never hiked, and most of the friends from India have never seen snow...shoot, most people who live in Bakersfield never have either. The hike down was brutal on our leg muscles. But we survived and most of us were severely sore for the next 3 days...good story for the grand kids nonetheless.
