Travel BC: Hiking Diamond Head

It's been a while since I've posted photography.  This last year has been a wild rollercoaster, with so many loopty loops, lifts, rolls, and turns I hope I never forget, and other dips, drops, knots, and twists I hope I never remember.  I have a lot of updates to log, and hopefully with each post, I'll give a little glimpse of what I've been up to the past year (the climaxes).  It's reading week, so I'll be working hard to get my website up-to-date with travels, adventures, cooking, and art.  So sit tight, strap in your belt, and ride out this week with me. Feel the g(ood times roll).

I got hooked on hiking a year and a half ago.  I was always sporty and outdoorsy, growing up in 4-seasoned Ontario, where every few months gave the great outdoors new features to explore, but when I first began to hike BC, I was captivated.  I couldn't get enough.  I coupled this love of hikes and nature with my passion for photography and soon I was scaling mountains and trekking across landscapes to find the perfect shot.

A memorable first BC trip for me was the Diamond Head hike in Garibaldi Provincial park.  It marked the start of a new chapter in my life (one that as since then closed, I've let the key drop to the depths of the Altantic) and introduced me to the beauty of camping on a mountain top.  If you've ever watched "The Sound of Music", just think of Maria running wild atop the peaks of Austria. Yes. Camping right there.  I was swept.

Enjoy!

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Chloe Golightly
...on holiday.

chloelnlam@gmail.com

Bam Bam!

I would never own a gun, and I have some very strong opinions against America's gun laws, but sometimes it's convenient to be at a gun range for some cathartic expression!  And it's fun to shoot at target zombies :)

Chloe Golightly
...on holiday.

chloelnlam@gmail.com

Discover Ontario: White Winter Wonderland

I've spent all my Christmases in Ontario.  It's the only kind of Christmas to have, the only one that makes sense, the only one I know - the traditional white Christmas.  On frigid cold days leading up to the big day, when I find myself with the Christmas shopping complete and a little spare time before it's time to start brining the turkey, I will look out the window.  And if I happen to find the sun setting and the lighting perfect, I'll hop in the car and head out to the countryside.  Parking roadside and fitting my toque on nice and snug, I treasure these solitary walks in the quiet cold wintry sunset.  Freezing my cheeks numb in -20 or -30 degree weather, I wouldn't trade it for the world, the white beauty of my Christmas.

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Chloe Golightly
...on holiday.

chloelnlam@gmail.com