Brandon and I have something very dear to us- we like to call it Adventure Pack. It also goes by the name of Turbo Pack 2000. It has old buttons that we find at various junk shops and a picture of some weird clown man. Turbo Pack comes with us on our adventures. The contents of Turbo Pack include; a slingshot (for obvious self-defense purposes), duct tape (I would never be lost in the wilderness without duct tape), a frisbee (if we are to get lost- at least we can have fun instead of being terrified), firestarter and waterproof matches (we love to have fires), a hatchet (for self-defense/ getting firewood), a bear horn (to scare away dangerous bunny rabbits), bear spray (for creeps hiding behind trees) and some food and water.
We acquired Adventure Pack in the back (and dusty) corner of an old camping supplies store. For an unknown reason the storeowner gave us two free wagon wheels with it. My guess is that the Turbo Pack brings luck.
So far Turbo Pack has been with us on hikes around the lower mainland, as well as in the rocky mountains. Our goal is to take Turbo Pack on as many adventures as we can for as long as possible.
As the weather is now getting wetter and colder we are a little limited to certain hikes and trails. We do not have a ton of experience on trails and off trails but we plan to visit both avenues. Stay tuned for the details of our adventures through the Autumn months, as well as our plan to get through my fear of heights.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
The Engagement Day
I know this happened almost 6 months ago, however, I still feel the need to share this because it is such a good memory of mine. And it is also the only time (I vowed this to him) that Brandon will ever pull one past me. So in order to give Brandon a congratulations for catching an unsuspecting (suspicious) little Katie, I thought I would write a quick note about our engagement day.
It was a stormy April morning and I had just gotten off of a night shift where I worked and Brandon was there to pick me up. As he drove me home, so that I could shower and then watch movies with him at his house, we noticed how crazy-cool the sky looked. Clouds as black as the night sky and wind that sent shivers told us that we could not pass the opportunity up to have an adventure.
So, after I showered, we headed out. On the way out it began to snow! I was so so excited. As I watched the April snow from the car window I couldn't believe how lucky we are to live where we do. The stormy weather was now blowing East. After a quick stop for breakfast at tim hortons, we decided to follow the storm. The dark clouds lead us to Hope.
At this point I had been three days with a little over 9 hours of sleep, and I couldn't even feel it. I was really excited about the weather (and the company :)).
After walking around Lake of the Woods and climbing some pretty big (and scary) rocks, I had the idea to go walking at Othello tunnels. It had been forever since I had been to them and I thought it was fitting for the weather.
When we got there I had a sudden and terrifying moment of realization: it had been a long time since I was there because... I was horribly afraid of them. They are dark and long... they cuddle up beside a river with some pretty wicked rapids... and it was stormy out.
When we began to walk up the trail Brandon was a little quieter than usual (now that I think about it), but at the time I was probably talking his ear off and watching the sky in my over-tired haze.
It was a good walk, but I suppose you are now thinking, get to the good stuff, well here it comes.
We were at one of the bridges on the way back and it was both sunny and snowing at the same time. I could swear now that it was some sort of dream with the way everything looked in that moment, but I know that it wasn't. I was walking along the bridge and probably still talking when I noticed that my boyfriend was no longer at my side. I looked back. I saw my future husband on one knee in the center of the bridge reaching into his pocket. I think I walked back to him. I guess I could have floated back to him because I really do not remember taking steps.
He was reaching into his pocket. At first I thought this may have been a gag. What's that you say? You think Brandon would never fake propose? Well, I could prove you wrong about twelve times previous to this day. When he pulled out the blue box though, I knew. This was real. And as he was calling me by name and asking me to marry him all that was going on in my head was a little version of Katie with a party hat and confetti rolling around on a floor laughing her head off in delight and yelling, "yes! Yes!". Until the day of our wedding this moment was the best moment of my life. Looking into the eyes of my future husband was so comforting and everything felt so good and warm and right.
That is a good story and everything but now for the real question that I still ask myself... how the heck did he get away with it? I was getting so good at asking him when he was going to propose to me, and trying to trick him into telling me if he had been out looking at rings. So how in the world did he do it? Well just another reason why he is perfect for me... he can keep secrets from me- wait...
It was a stormy April morning and I had just gotten off of a night shift where I worked and Brandon was there to pick me up. As he drove me home, so that I could shower and then watch movies with him at his house, we noticed how crazy-cool the sky looked. Clouds as black as the night sky and wind that sent shivers told us that we could not pass the opportunity up to have an adventure.
So, after I showered, we headed out. On the way out it began to snow! I was so so excited. As I watched the April snow from the car window I couldn't believe how lucky we are to live where we do. The stormy weather was now blowing East. After a quick stop for breakfast at tim hortons, we decided to follow the storm. The dark clouds lead us to Hope.
At this point I had been three days with a little over 9 hours of sleep, and I couldn't even feel it. I was really excited about the weather (and the company :)).
After walking around Lake of the Woods and climbing some pretty big (and scary) rocks, I had the idea to go walking at Othello tunnels. It had been forever since I had been to them and I thought it was fitting for the weather.
When we got there I had a sudden and terrifying moment of realization: it had been a long time since I was there because... I was horribly afraid of them. They are dark and long... they cuddle up beside a river with some pretty wicked rapids... and it was stormy out.
When we began to walk up the trail Brandon was a little quieter than usual (now that I think about it), but at the time I was probably talking his ear off and watching the sky in my over-tired haze.
It was a good walk, but I suppose you are now thinking, get to the good stuff, well here it comes.
We were at one of the bridges on the way back and it was both sunny and snowing at the same time. I could swear now that it was some sort of dream with the way everything looked in that moment, but I know that it wasn't. I was walking along the bridge and probably still talking when I noticed that my boyfriend was no longer at my side. I looked back. I saw my future husband on one knee in the center of the bridge reaching into his pocket. I think I walked back to him. I guess I could have floated back to him because I really do not remember taking steps.
He was reaching into his pocket. At first I thought this may have been a gag. What's that you say? You think Brandon would never fake propose? Well, I could prove you wrong about twelve times previous to this day. When he pulled out the blue box though, I knew. This was real. And as he was calling me by name and asking me to marry him all that was going on in my head was a little version of Katie with a party hat and confetti rolling around on a floor laughing her head off in delight and yelling, "yes! Yes!". Until the day of our wedding this moment was the best moment of my life. Looking into the eyes of my future husband was so comforting and everything felt so good and warm and right.
That is a good story and everything but now for the real question that I still ask myself... how the heck did he get away with it? I was getting so good at asking him when he was going to propose to me, and trying to trick him into telling me if he had been out looking at rings. So how in the world did he do it? Well just another reason why he is perfect for me... he can keep secrets from me- wait...
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