
I spend my weekends hanging out with a group of men - don't judge me.
they're the posse and they're some of the best friends i have in the
world. we usually spend our saturdays going on ridiculously long walks
around vancouver but on this particular weekend we found ourselves
staying with friends in sechelt and i figured it was the ideal time to
break out the zufall.
with five of us, it was going to be difficult to work out just how this
was going to be decided, but the zufall gods were smiling on us and we
ALL threw some form of NORTH, so that's the direction we were headed.
as for distance, we added all our values together and delved into our
high school math to work out the average.
we decided to use zufall in the way that best fitted the group - it was
a great talking point at breakfast and we were counting those kilometres
loudly in the minivan as they edged towards nine.
we decided to take some side roads to ensure the most obscure route
possible. at PRECISELY 9 kilometres (ok, 9.1 if you're being pedantic)
we found a dusty old overgrown parking lot complete with a rickety
footpath sign at the far end.
the path hadn't been used for some time and much of it was overgrown but
we battled through briars and families of dragonflies and hiked along
what turned out to be a long, circular route, taking us over crazy
rocks, past beautiful coves and through dense undergrowth. we ate our
picnic lunch on a rocky outcrop, perilously close to the crashing waves
as the sun shot in and out of some extremely puffy clouds.
i've still no idea exactly where we were (granted it was 9.1km in a
northerly direction from sechelt) - but we came out, we were scratched,
dirty and exhilarated.