The Day I Accepted My Breasts

As I wandered down the long, slow, beautiful path of self-awareness and well-being, I began to understand that hating my breasts was counterintuitive to learning to love my body. I made a pact with my inner child and vowed to my higher self that I would work to transform this resentment of my breasts and put an end to this war that had waged my entire life.

Backpacking the Juan de Fuca Trail

The understory of the forest bursted brillant gradients of green all around us. The electric mosses swept the forest floor while dark green fingers of ferns reached out from the brown ground, stacked one on another on another until you couldn’t tell where one began and another ended.

Bikepacking to Backpacking : Sunshine Coast Trail

Being that we also loved trekking around by foot on the forgiving forest floor, we decided to cap off the bikepacking mission with a backpacking adventure, roaming along the aforementioned Sunshine Coast Trail, giving our bodies (and butts) a little break from the saddle. That goal was suddenly in our grasp.

Bikepacking the Lower Sunshine Coast, BC

The lake was tranquil and warm with a long wooden dock jutting out into the sparkling waters directly across from their site where we could swim with Western Painted Turtles and bask in long rays of sunshine. The temptation to stay was palpable, but there was a stirring inside us both. Adventure beckoned, the unknown called and we decided to rail ahead.

Bikepacking BC : Sea to Sky Trail

Eventually, the 180 kilometres of existing and proposed trail will be seamlessly connected from the sky-piercing, snow capped mountains at the north end of the Sea-to-Sky corridor in D’arcy, along British Columbia’s undulating wet coast through Whistler and down into the southside of Squamish where the river runs thick with pink Pacific Salmon from the Strait of Georgia.

Backcountry Bikepacking in BC with the Grizzly Bears : South Chilcotin Mountains

“BEAR!” I yell, grabbing my breaks and squealing to a stop. Mat follows suit. In that moment, time slows to a crawl as a massive mama grizzly rises up on all fours from her bed in the tall grass. She’s so close that we can see her slobber swaying back and forth, sloshing around on the sides of her jowls. The hair on her hump stands straight as an arrow as her beady eyes make instantaneous sense of the situation

Bikepacking Across BC : Sts’ailes Xa’xa Temexw

And yet, here we were, about to embark on a journey into world-renowned wilderness with all the items we would need to survive and thrive until we decided to make the return to civilization. We’d be riding the same trails as people who paid to get dropped off by float plane or helicopter, but for a fraction of the cost. A fraction of the cost and infinitely more effort.  

Bikepacking Across BC : Boundary / Okanagan

The old man’s advice was well heeded as we rounded the corner at the top of Phoenix Ski Hill at the exact moment that the clouds parted ways and sent handfuls of dime sized hail showering down upon us. We dashed for the empty undercover and hid in the sanctity of the beat up, brown shelter that suddenly seemed like a luxury hotel.

Manifesting Friends in the Mountains

As we ascend the etched-in path, we buzz about our summer plans with even more gusto. Our bags, the final piece of the puzzle. Ultralight and incredibly packable, we’ll fold them into the bottom of our bike panniers as we roll across the dirt trails and gravel roads of British Columbia, making our way west to the Coast.