Rain and the Epic That Followed

Yesterday was one of our best days of climbing yet. To give our weary
heads a rest from trad climbing, we decided to head to a place down
the road called Cheakamus to clip some bolts (sport climb). The vibe
was perfect, and all lead every route that the other got on. For
Rachel, this included a route rated 5.10d, a grade that pushes her on
toprope!

After a bunch of stellar routes, the group broke. I headed to the
boulders, and Rachel and Hunter did a multipitch sport climb in
Cheakamus.

This is where the epic begins (7pm):
We drive to Vancouver (1.5 hours) to meet up with a friend from
Juneau. The directions are bizarre, but we think that Vancouver must
have a Marine Drive AND a Marine Avenue...sorry Pete. We got sushi
instead and drove over the coolest bridge, and that was amazing(2
hours). The rest of the night would have been miserable without the
sushi.

We drive back to Squamish (1.5 hours). While driving down the
spookiest, darkest dirt road in all of Canada, we nearly hit a deer
that jumps out of the forest. This would have been less scary had it
not been for all of the talk of zombies the night before. Really, we
were happy it was just a deer, but it scared the crap out of all of
us. Right about this time (12am), it begins to RAIN. The forecast
doesn't look so good, and neither do the prospects of proper sleep for
Hunter and Rachel. So we decide to bail.

But not before losing a frog in the car (30 minutes). This whole
ordeal takes a while to get under control, and it doesn't help that
Rachel and I are crippled by laughter and can't help catch the thing.
Finally, Hunter finds the thing and gets it out of the car. It was a
welcome diversion from the zombie deer.

Now we are back on the road to Bellingham (12:30am) for a long drive
(3hr). Canada fought hard to not let me out. During the drive we
managed to get turned around and enter a freeway going the wrong
direction, as in heading into on coming traffic (easier to do than you
would expect...), get stuck on another freeway going the wrong
direction, as in north instead of south, have the head lights get
turned off inexplicably and unnoticed for about 30km, and to top it
all off, I couldn't find my ID at the border! Luckily, I have an old
falling apart expired drivers lisence that somehow got me through. The
guy must have been distracted by Hunter's passport photo.

So we roll into Bellingham at 3:30am and crash. Epic.