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I'm missing all the fun

Rumour has it that summer is here in Vancouver, but for a fleeting second. If you blink, it will disappear on you. I had so much planned for this summer. Not much has panned out. 

While there are other seasons in Vancouver (namely grey and rainy), I much prefer this brief period of time where we all feel like we're part of the rest of the Northern hemisphere, enjoying the warm rays of the sun's tour of the upper latitudes. This year hasn't been much of a summer in my mind; I've seem more grey and rainy days than I care to remember. 

All that is now changing however. The mercury goes above 20 now (shocking!) during the day. It says 16 right now, but then again, it is past midnight. I did manage to do one thing I have never done before: hike dog mountain. There are pictures on G+ for those who care. The hike itself was not that much fun; there was far too much mud, gnarly roots and nasty bugs to make it interesting. The worst was the melting pack ice though. I fell through ice a few times. And even with the warmer weather, having your legs soaked in ice cold water/mud/ice is not a pleasant experience. I will say this much; the hike may not have been something I would write home about, but the view from the top of dog was definitely something to talk about. You can see so much of Vancouver and its adjoining communities from up there. My little point and shoot did not do it justice.

I haven't been out on my bike for over a month now. That in itself is quite sad really. The worst thing is, I can't remember the last time I went out for a walk on the sea wall. Things have to change. I'm actually spending time staring at COBOL on another monitor right now and while things build, updating my often neglected blog. Anyway, it looks like I am heading back to staring at COBOL/Java. Someone has to do it :).


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