Remember that thing you used to do? That you loved doing, but for whatever reason {or many reasons} you just don’t do it anymore. Yeah, that! When I moved from BC to the Saskatchewan prairies, I moved away from a lot of things I loved to do. I moved from the mountains, the forest and the ocean where I loved to hike, bike and explore. I have no regrets and feel like I’ve taken on a new adventure and embraced the prairie life. Yes, I even went on a combine ride my first harvest here. You farm people are probably laughing at me…but it was exciting! The open skies are freeing and magical and absolutely beautiful in their own way. It is just a different beauty than what I was used to, but it has become my life and I enjoy it.

The longer you are away from something that you once lived for, the easier it is to forget about it. On our last trip to BC, my husband, dad and I took a trip into the mountains. Being on top of the mountain brought back so many fond memories and feelings that I had completely forgotten about. It felt so good to remember what it was like to do something that I once loved so much; hiking and exploring. It reminded me why we do the things we love; it makes us feel good! It may not always be easy to do what we love, but it is always worth the effort.

What is your passion? What did you used to live for, but have now left it behind? Can you find that again?

The following photos are from Sibola Mountain in northwestern British Columbia where we summited Sibola Peak (6400 ft) and Daisy’s Peak (6700 ft). In total we hiked for eight and a half hours and ATV’ed for five. The views were unreal and worth every blister and sore muscle!

My dad, on our way to the first peak; Sibola Peak.

Made it to the top of Sibola Peak.

Looking back at Sibola Peak. We came down this ridge, working our way to Daisy’s Peak. There were no photos along this ridge because it was hands all in!

Continuing along the ridge towards Daisy’s Peak [further to the right].

These were the rocks we were up against. They really did look “smooth” from a distance.

Other than signs of goats, life at the top was quite barren until we came upon this beauty Ptarmigan.

We made it! [within 100m of Daisy’s Peak]. Named after Daisy Foster who was one of the original owners of Nadina Lake Lodge and travelled this mountain by horseback (1958-1964).

The sea of mountains. The photo doesn’t do it justice.

On the way back, almost through the most difficult part and I was DONE!

So happy to be back at the quads!