Sitting out door under the shade on a warm sunny day is fun.

That was what I discovered after a weekend at Alice Lake where other than some afternoon activities and eating all I did was sit. I am quite upset at the fact I have never realized that until now.

The weekend was rather enjoyable in my opinion. It totally beats five hours of non-stop filing. But then again, many things beats filing.

On friday night, after eating with K, J and V, walking around the mall with them, dealing with Vivien's abrupt tears, picking strawberries, I packed up for my trip. At around five thirty-ish I met A, J and A at church and joined the long week end rush hour to Alice Lake.

By the time we arrived it was past 8 so I didn't do much that night, just went down the the beach and looked at stars. I felt odd looking at stars. The knowledge that everything I saw are no more than projections of what they actually looked like millions of years ago always make me feel rather insignificant and small. It reminds me that I don't matter in the greater scheme of things.

On second day, I hiked up the Chief. I feel somewhat cheated now that I read about it on line. Those who have hiked the Chief before told us the hike up should only take 45min. Well what liars they were. I bet you they only said that to get the less athletic people (ie me) up the Chief with them. As you can see on that page I linked up it clearly said the hike should take 3 hours... that's double the time. On some other pages I have googled they even estimated 4 hours.

The view on top of the chief was truely spectacular, I have to admit, but then the trip up and down were truely hellish. Work and school had gotten me out of shape, and I know that for a fact because I almost fainted (everything turned so blissful black) less than 1/3 way up Grouse Grind because I tried to keep up with those more athletic than myself.

Well I learned my lesson and this time I took it slowly, stopping consistantly every once in a while.

To my pleasant delight, since others were also fooled into going up the cliff like me, this time I also have a whole bunch of out of shape people to rest with me. I did not need to fear falling/rolling down the mountain/losing my footing/tripping/fainting with no one around me to call 911 while crawling my way up to the top with my abundant imagination.

Obviously didn't do much after that. I was totally spent from the hike. Talked to the girls about guys in the tent on the first night and second night. The talks always amuse me. Estrogen overloaded environment is always... interesting. All that can result is an one hour + talk about guys guys guys guys guys guys guys..... etc. You get the idea.

On Sunday I the afternoon activity was swimming. I need a new swim suit. Something more... flattering? Perhaps. Definiately something newer. The elastic aged and consequently the whole suit seemed to be falling apart. Not to mention it was a sucky swim suit to begin with. The swimming in itself was good, I suppose. I felt odd swimming after not swimming for so long. The moment I got in the water my body moved on its own without my command. I felt nostalgic. Swimming was such a big part in my life for so long, getting in the water again made me remember what a big par of myself I have given up by quitting regardless of how gradual that process may be.

Nostagia aside though, the trip was still rather pleasant. I probably will go again next year, I think. Hope A will go again too. I think I feel more at peace when he is around.

For some odd reasons I got about 5 mosquito bites on my left leg but none on my right. 1 mosquito bites on each of my wrist and 4 on my back.

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