Here's the story about a surfboard that has had a somewhat interesting life.
Read MoreSure, it’s relatively easy to find waves here. But how about finding glassy, clean, barrelling waves without another person in sight? That’s exactly what we got up to.
Read MoreEarlier this week 4 friends and myself decided to leave the city and head out to the serene backcountry to find a cabin I had discovered on accident earlier in the summer. We spent the night and next morning in one of the most stunning and memorable places I’ve ever been.
Read MoreAlright, this had to be one of my top adventures of 2018. Epic views, an amazing sunset followed by a sweet sunrise, and a ton of night sky in between. Mix that with one of Vancouver Island’s most beautiful mountain ranges (Mackenzie), and you’re in luck….
Read MoreOnce again, I have to give all of the credit for this adventure to the one and only Steve Robert. I believe he first seen a photo of this mountain on Instagram with the only giveaway of it’s location in the geotag “Vancouver Island”. Fantastic, theres only 31,788 km² of land here, finding one mountain should be plenty easy…
Read MoreMy first overnight camping/backpacking trip was one of the most memorable aspects of 2018. Not only did I hike one of the most inspiring and beautiful trails that I’ve ever been on, but I got a taste of adventure that I hadn’t known existed: multi-day trips, far from civilization with nothing but a backpack, the natural world, and the interactions with a couple friends…
Read MoreNo, I'm not a weirdo with bad social skills (ok fine, I'm a bit of a weirdo...)
BUT shooting portraits and people has never been my strong-suit in photography…
As a creative, there is often a mindset that I find myself getting caught in: I don't know what to do. It's a phase that comes, sometimes for a week, sometimes for a month. It always passes but when I am caught in the middle of this phase…
Read MoreThe wake-up was quick.
It was 6:25am and I had to be on the ferry to Vancouver by 6:30am. A rush of adrenaline raced through my body and my mind went into overdrive faster than a 70's Mustang running from the cops. I knew it was impossible to make that 15 minute drive to the terminal. I jumped off my friend's futon that I had slept on for the past three hours, still a little queasy from St. Patrick's Day late night…
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