Saturday, January 15, 2011

Could it be that we are becoming flaccid, febrile, and feckless? Can you feel it?

From a newspaper ad in 1890...

"Men wanted for hazardous journey. Small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, and safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in case of success."


From near the Canmore Nordic Centre, last Monday
There were 5000 responses to this ad placed by explorer Ernest Shackleton for the first Antarctic expedition. 5000 responses.

Between the very cold weather we experienced in Alberta earlier this week, and the foot of wet snow we returned to here on Vancouver Island, we have not run all week. After reading the above ad, which I had quoted in a paper a few years ago, I began to question our, um, "sense of adventure".

And then there are these words, written by Mark Jenkins in the July, 1999 edition of Outside Magazine:

"Two million years of running naked across the veld, hardwired us for life in the wilderness. Keep humans inside a cage, physical or psychological, and like every other creature on the good earth we become flaccid, febrile, and feckless."

Are we, indeed, spending too much time in "cages"? Indoors? Safe, content, warm, and secure? Tethered to our digital world? Are we losing our connections with the world "outside"? Are we losing our nerve? Are we losing our...selves?

Mark goes on to suggest...

"On the inside, whether you can still feel it or not, your soul is trying to claw its way out."

Can you feel it?

know I can.

Duncan.

Monday, January 10, 2011

A journey of "epic proportion" - Part 2: The part discretion plays in valour.

Launch time: Maple Bay and sun about to rise behind Saltspring Island

The plan seemed simple enough, and it seemed like a bit of an adventure. We would combine our two favourite self-propelled activities, kayaking and running - the former, in the early morning and the latter in the late evening. Since we were going to visit our son on the "Continent", we would have the opportunity to engage in these activities in two different "worlds". The only real challenge would be "wind chill". So hey, how tough would that be?

So...launching at Maple Bay at sunrise was simply magnificent. Our little "biathlon" was off to good start. It was another rare, sunny (winter) day off Vancouver Island's east coast. The temperature, as we carried the boats onto the beach, was just below zero but as the sun rose over Saltspring Island, the air warmed significantly.

Heading for Arbutus Point on Sansum Narrows
As we paddled towards the "narrows", seals bobbed around us, their curious, liquid eyes, watching our every move. As soon as you got the camera pointed their way, however, they would slip back into the depths. "Big" birds were sunning in the trees everywhere, eagles and then the massive raptor in the next image. I think it's a hawk, but not sure what type - anyone know? (Thanks Beth for tip, it's an immature bald eagle. We should have known that after all these years!)

These guys were everywhere!
Paddling close to the shore, and under overhanging trees, we spotted another one of these magnificent creatures looking down at us. But not for long...

"Lift off"!
He clearly had places to go, things to do.

Eagles, as common as sparrows, in the early morning sun

Eagles were everywhere, enjoying the warm and unseasonable sunshine. They "chatted" from the branches of the massive trees on Maple Mountain. You could feel their energy. It was as if we were all celebrating together the most picture perfect of January days. Ahhh, what an extraordinary morning. And now we would look forward to ending the day, some hours and many kilometres later, with a refreshing evening run. Sure it was a little "wintry" where we were going, but we would complete this challenge, undeterred by a little "wind chill" - of minus 27 degrees C.

Later that day, on the "Continent"...


D: "Joan, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" J: "You mean about running tonight?" D: "Yeah, do you think we would be wimping out if we didn't run?" J: "Yup - but I'm completely OK with that."

How come it's only us tourists out here driving around?!
D: "But this was to be a journey of epic proportion - paddling and running, in two different worlds. " J:  "Your point?" D: "Well, it's kind of a matter of honour." J: You know that your own son thinks you're nuts." D: "Uh huh."

No rest for these flags!

So with the snow flying, the roads closing, and every flag in town completely horizontal, we elected to forgo the run and check out our favourite cafe, "The Good Earth Cafe". That was, in fact, a very good plan.
Cranberry trail scone...and the soy latte

Discretion is, almost always, the better part of valour! And hey, our son thinks his "old man" may just have a little common sense after all! :-)

Watch out for the wind chill,

Duncan.