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Name: Jenny Lee
Country: Canada
State: British Columbia
Metro: Vancouver
Birthday: 10/1/1976
Gender: Female
Interests: photograhpy, mountain biking, hiking, wilderness, landscapes, cheese, music, singing, guitar
Expertise: photography, singing
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Media
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Website: visit my website
Member Since:
2/8/2006
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| Camping was about as chaotic and silly as I expected. We got a call at 8:30 that our friend's friend had found a site that wasn't full, right across from Shannon Falls near Squamish. It was a private site, and not nearly as nice as some of the local provincial campgrounds. We headed out there after grabbing some food, and arrived at 10pm to set up our tents in the dark (not that tough, our tent is super easy to set up.)
We got up early, as we generally do when camping. Something about early morning sunlight and crows and other such things that make you want to wake up. Saturday itself was a bit of dull day - we walked across the street to Shannon Falls, which is of course lovely as always but still very, very touristy. Adam and I wanted to hike the Chief, but we hadn't brought enough water to do so, and some of the people we were with were extremely ill-equipped for such an endeavour. Sadness.
We then spent some time swimming at Alice Lake just north of Squamish. It's been a year since I've personally been swimming in a lake, and I have missed it. Alice lake was quite nice, the perfect temperature for swimming, and not so busy that it was crowded out. Maybe that is why my legs are a bit sore today...
Saturday night we were back at the campsite, where someone was informed that 'a wedding was being held at the campground.' That's fine, we thought, who doesn't enjoy a nice wedding party, and since it's a public campsite they'll likely turn off the PA System around 1am or so out of respect for the few hundred other campers.
Turns out that if you pay a private campsite enough, they'll completely ignore their own rules of 'no loud music after 10pm, no exceptions.' We crawled into our tents around 1am in the hopes that the party (which had degenerated to a drunken bad techno psuedo-rave by then) would be shut down soon. No such luck. By 3am we were going mental - people were getting on the microphone and screaming at the top of their lungs, they weren't even playing songs all the way through, and it was still brutally loud - and we weren't that close to things. I had put in earplugs and could still hear everything. Adam was so restless that he kept me up for 3/4 of the night anyhow. Eventually, one of our co-campers went to the washroom and ran into one of the campsite managers, who said he wasn't going to stop the party.
Our co-camper called the police, who apparently came out and shut it down. That was around 3:30 in the morning. It was finally quiet in the pre-dawn light, and I was nearly able to relax, except that Adam was so restless and annoyed and frustrated by that point that he couldn't sleep. I lay awake until he finally fell asleep, then I followed.
We were up early again, probably only netting about 2 hours of sleep altogether. We had some breakfast, packed up camp and headed home. After lunch at home Adam went to bed and I surfed for a while until I passed out on the couch. I then got up and crawled into bed with Adam around 3pm. We slept until 8pm, then got up and made dinner.
We didn't end up going to bed until 12:30, but then managed to sleep the whole night through anyway. I guess we were tired. Stupid campsite, we're never going back there again, or recommending it to anyone. Adam wrote an email to their 'how did you enjoy your stay' email address telling them exactly how we enjoyed our stay. I think Glen might have as well.
Anyhow, don't go camping at Klahanie Campground. Ever. | | |
| I would be thrilled if I could take a nap in the afternoon sometime between 2 and 4 each day, especially on days when work is dull (which is most days, really.) This doesn't generally include weekends - while I'm sure I could nap on weekends, I don't think it's really what I want to do with my time. There's too much to be done on weekends!
I'm considering getting back into National Novel Writing Month again this year, although I don't have a novel concept this time, which makes things more challenging. Maybe if I can think of a story I would like to tell then I'll enter again. It was rather satisfying to finish it last year.
We are supposed to go car camping this weekend. I have a feeling it's not going to go smoothly. Just a hunch based on the organization of said weekend thus far (or complete lack thereof.) I will sit back and be entertained by it all.
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| So it seems that I abandoned this for quite some time. I doubt that anyone has been here anyway, so really I'm not so surprised.
I've redesigned my photography website in an attempt to sell photo prints that will allow me to put money away to go back to school part time in January. Behold the New JennyLeeSilver.com.
I've been doing enough mountain biking this summer to really improve my skills, although a lot of it still scares the hell out of me. Sports of any kind have never come easy to me - I'm not athletic, although some people seem to think I am (probably because I try rather than sit back and talk about trying things like mountain biking.) My younger brother Chris, on the other hand, has been out mountain biking with us perhaps four or five times, and he's already leaps and bounds ahead of both Adam and I in skill and abilities. He's a natural. In a sense, I'm jealous - this whole process of biking has been quite difficult for me, trying to break through the mental blocks I have about riding over things that I could easily fall off (skinnies and bridges and logs, oh my,) and letting the bike go down the mountain with the trust that it will, in fact, stay under me. I'm also very happy for him to have found something he enjoys so much after having moved out to BC without any friends or clue what he was going to do when he got here.
Between us we've been trying to convince lots of other people from back east to move here. So far it's going slowly, but at least a couple of my friends are planning to move here next year, as well as a couple of his.
On the Subject line of this entry: The Abandoned was a book by Paul Gallico that was titled, in England, Jennie. It's a book about a little boy who has some sort of accident that knocks him out and in his mind he becomes a small stray cat living on the streets of a city. Jenny is the other cat he meets. I read it a long time ago, haven't really had much luck finding a copy of it since. I'd like to again.
I'm feeling a bit disconnected these days, and yet feeling like I could take on the world at the same time. It makes for some fairly random mood swings, which I suppose keep things interesting...
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| Stupid headaches just won't quit.
We're heading out to Richmond / Delta / Steveston today, simply because we have never been there. I'll be sure to take some photos. Last week I went to the Advil Outdoor Adventure Show, where I took many photos. My favourite is probably this one:
That is capturing a moment, right there. Don't worry, he was fine and grinning after landing on his head. This is what helmets are for, boys and girls.
I can't wait to go out for a ride. And I don't mean the biking to & from work that I've been doing... I mean a real ride.
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| Today was supposed to be my day to spend doing whatever I wanted all by myself. I've been kind of moody lately and feeling like I have to be everything to everyone, and so I've really wanted some time to just decompress and do things strictly for myself.
Unfortunately for me, I woke up this morning with one of those headaches that just won't go away. I've probably drank a litre of water in an attempt to be rid of it, but I guess it's not a dehydration thing (unless it's left over from too little water drinking yesterday while we hiked around Lighthouse Park.)
Lighthouse Park was, as usual, quite beautiful. I got some good pictures of Mount Baker looming over the city at sunset, as well as a gorgeous Bald Eagle, and some blurry pictures of a Golden Eagle. I think I took around 200 photos, all told. I'll be sorting them and posting the relevant ones to the photo gallery - check the February 2006 section of the Photo Journal.
I will now attempt to put together some ambition to get something besides the dishes done.
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