Wish me luck!

For those of you who don't already know, I have an interview at UBC this week (Thursday) for entry into the pharmacy program! I'm working on my preparations all week, but if you could all send your luck my way, I'd really appreciate it :)

In other news, my boyfriend (and co-author) is a fantastic photographer (must run in the family), and I wanted to share a couple of his photos with you:















He took these under the microscope and then put them through a couple different filters. Très cool ;)

Thanks for those of you who have started reading/posting :) We look forward to hearing from all of you!

Sarah

Juan de Fuca: A Pictorial Essay

Our first night, at China Beach

This whole thing is a single tree!

Humping one big ass load into camp...

Still...

The cliffs by our site...

Our camp is coming together

Driftwood loveseat...

Foggy morning

Maggie posing (exhausted).

Our little tent stands proudly at the base of a cliff.

Logging waste is never far away in B.C.

Starting our trip out.

Tired feet on a suspension bridge.

Rémi

Juan de Fuca

We spent a couple of nights by the Strait of Juan de Fuca, on the aptly named Juan de Fuca trail. To make a long story short, we hiked in 8-9km along a difficult path, carrying what seemed to be all of our worldly possessions in two packs, including, but not limited to, the tent that Julien and Megan gave us for Christmas (see pictures in next post). The clear highlight was camping on the edge of the ocean, with high tide reaching within a metre of our tent around midnight. It felt like we were sleeping on the water (except for the fact that we were on hard sand, with not a few jagged rocks beneath us). We woke up to a calm foggy sea, and lazily explored the intertidal (marine biology kicks ass!) while Maggie terrorized the resident (endagered) sea ottered and got in terrible trouble for it. The hike back out was easy and terribly satisfying, with good weather all around (it almost didn't rain).

Pour les français en résumé: Un petit camping sauvage au bord du Pacifique il y a deux semaines. Une randonnée de 8-9km pour trouver un petit coin de sable pour la nuit. Malgré la saison, nous étions presque seuls sur la plage.

Remi