Bike Face

Well friends and fiends, I woke today to notice there was no Zombie Apocalypse. This was good news, as my "Walking Dead" inspired dreams had manipulated my synapses into thinking otherwise. Appreciating my newly found human features and non-appetite for flesh, I decided to hop on the old mountain bicyclette, set the Ipod to "Bicycle Race" by Queen and give er up some very well-built trails surrounding the community of Cumberland. The novelty of this song literally wears off after about 14 seconds, but if the lyrics "I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike" are not stuck in your head right now, there may be something wrong with you. Anyways, it felt good to destroy my leg meat on the grind up the surprisingly technical ascent, and I am still in awe of anything with even a modest incline. It felt even better blasting through the charmingly named trails "Butchered Pig" and "Entrails." The latter could have been a perfect homage to my Zombie dreams, but alas this was not the case. I did not die. I cannot wait to dive further into the depths of these enchanted forests - of which I am positive serve as dwellings for Fairies, Trolls, Gnomes, and maybe even Tyrion Lannister. Let's hope not.

Island landing!

Hello world. I'll make this short. And sweet. I have arrived on the rock they call Vancouver Island, and it is pretty otherworldly. I am surrounded by salty aqua, large trees, and mountains - and I like it. If one creeps into the forests deep enough, they almost get the sensation that a Pterodactyl or Therizinosaurus will come bounding out at any moment. That afore mentioned magnificent gem of a creature was real, I suggest you all check it before you wriggidy wreck it. Anywho, the air smells of ocean mist and actual oxygen, which is a nice contrast to life in the city. I will post more pictures of exploration and fun later, but for now... a new beast has entered the fold: