As Beautiful as BC is, it is a harsh place it served out some big ass kicking to us.
It started awesome with a run up the Chief in Squeamish, which is a 1km high Cliff, which scared the hell out of me. We then went for a shower and an amazing breakfast. that was when luck kind of ran scarce.
We were randomly meet by a mate of our Mat Compass for a run down the Ashlu in Squeamish, my kayak was up on a rock while I was scouting and it was knocked into the river and went solo by by Kayak.
That afternoon I found out that a good mate and the guy that really got me in to this awesome world of traveling and kayaking Past away in a big storm at home.
Bradley lost his kayak gear and then his kayak to a nasty undercut.
Honza snapped two paddles, and broke the window of the car
The road to Vancouver south was blocked by a massive slip.
We had to drive 160km of 4wd tracks to leave.
But apart from this it was still good fun
We were stoked to be able to stay with Graz and Ange, they have a sick apartment in whistler, Graz also knows the sickest runs around and was the motivator for us in the cold BC wether.
He also keeped us on Guard with the old fulla having cleaner lines than us 80% of the time.
Ange also keeped us well feed.
so thanks heaps guys.
Enjoy more of Honza sick shots.
