I have reinforced my respect for the working class. As much as you can say that bussing 12+ hours every once in a while is a grind, working eight hours a day will do just as much damage. I’m not complaining, my work keeps me as far away from a cubicle as I ever hope to be. Wednesday I trekked all the way to Furry Creek, a small town on the historic Sea-to-Sky highway. It was an hour and a half drive and during it I realized something.
Vancouver wins at nature.
I do love getting the chance to work in the sunshine every once in a while. I’ve even gotten my annual base burn out of the way. The only setback being the majority of my torso was left out so I’m in the middle of this tan/pale delay on certain parts of my body. For now, I’ll stick with putting sunscreen on the already dark spots and hoping for the best with everything else.