Hiking, or something like it...
The day was Friday and the rain was coming down, not pouring like most, but misting in way that only Vancouver Island can. Jamie and I were about to embark on an adventure new to the both us, the goal, tackle Maple Mountain. We were supposed to go with the boys cause they were going to "show us how to tackle a real mountain." Unfortunately a funeral kept them from taking us, but being the brave adventurers that we are, we figured we could do it ourselves. Now I didn't even know where this mountain was so you can tell I was in for a suprise. So I met up with Jamie and we made our way to Crofton! Driving along, we chatted about the things that girls do, boys. After a while we pulled over on the side of the road and parked, I let out a cheerful "let's do this!" and we started to gather our things for the hike. Jamie reached into the backseat and grabbed the red club to put on her steering wheel. Then a bloodcurdling cry rang out and she buried her head in sham...