Hello fellow Earthlings. Where to even begin? This week has seen its fair share of discovery and exploration worthy of the history books. Well maybe more like journals. Written by me. Anyways, with a few good friends and a mysterious man I call Catfish Billy by my side, I ventured to the mainland and left no rock unturned. Kicking off the expedition was an unbelievable concert by the almighty band Strung Out, and a trek through the metropolitan concrete jungle known as Vancouver. The diversity and unique character of this place is a beautiful and precious thing, but that doesn't tell the whole story. Taking the elevated sky train reveals a vastly sprawled out city layered with old rusted factories, abandoned and decaying buildings drowning in stained walls, and new high rises reaching for the stars. Each building with a story, and if you search hard enough, a person to tell it. Good food though. Next, with a unanimous vote and wind in our sails, we headed for the hills of Squamish, bicyclettes in hand. The hard tail bike was a bad choice for these parts... a jarring of the rear brake mechanism apparatus catapulting system caused a puncture wound into the muscle. Oddly enough, muscles don't like to be touched on the inside. We then found a place to set up camp and play guitars by a campfire, but not before passing what must have been an Ed Hardy jamboree where all v-necks and flip-flops were half price. We elected to drive a few clicks down the road from that dog and pony show. Escaping with (our) dignity intact, we cooked a great late night meal and barked at the moon until the sun scared it away. Good friends, a few guitars, and a campfire are the only ingredients needed for a perfect night. That is what I call True and Livin'