A few days ago a friend and I went hiking on Mount Seymour. It should have been a nice, 4 hour hike.
What I wasn't prepared for:
- snow. lots of it.
- getting lost.
- seeing bear tracks that didn't look that old.
- falling in a creek.
- being cold, wet, lost and freaked out about bears all at once.
We eventually made our way back to where we'd made a wrong turn. Somehow we hadn't seen the tiny trail sign that was hiding behind an enormous tree, and had ended up on an un-mapped trail called Dead End Trail.