Dents Du Midi

I climbed up here with my sister Crystina and our good family friend Bob Chapdelaine. Some 2700 Meters above sea level. This is the what I live for.

This is Cabane de Susanfe. Some 20 odd people slept in here, but it holds 70 something, believe it or not.

A macro shot of a water droplet. if you look into it closely you can see the upside down reflection of the peak behind it.

Bob and Crystina by the path we started hiking at 6am. The slope to the right in the far background is the peak we hiked.

From the highest point we made it to. Unfortunately we couldn't summit due to a lack of necessary hiking equipment.

This dog was just too cool, a little shy though.

The Ride of a Lifetime

Here are the pictures I promised. Just a few though.

Saturday was the big day. I rode a downhill bike I've never been on before, and this is the kind of ride that you would want to be comfortable with the bike you are riding. so it took a little getting used to, I was pretty scared at first. Fell a couple of times, ended up having a blast. Today I'm more sore than i think I've ever been, it was so worth it though. At the moment i have no pictures, these are all just for eye candy at the moment. I'll post some up when I get them.
This was the course, to the left. 75km give or take. And it was most definitely not only downhill haha.

In The Ocean

I cant even fathom how I might be able to cram everything that happened over the past 24 hours or so, into one post.The flight over the Atlantic was somewhat magical.The moon was almost full, and beamed intensely on the side of the wing as i stared outside for most of the trip. i didn't sleep in the 7 hours and 16 minutes that it took to get here. We landed at 8am, local time. i took the train to meet Adam and Ed, two of my best friends in the world, in Vevey. I dont know whether i was just exhausted, or maybe even just excited, but i missed my stop, and ended up in Montreux. Regardless, they still picked me up. We went to Adam's house and had an early lunch out on his balcony, soaking in the weather. It's perfect out here. Maybe eighty degrees fareighnheit, with a constant cool breeze everywhere you go and a brilliant sun follows you everywhere. This is like openeing up and old photoalbum, filled with pictures of an event that happened last week. It's so seemingly distant, and yet nothing has changed, nothing feels any different; like i never left.Its kind of crazy how that all works.
The 'Passportes Du Soleil' race is tomorrow, and i almost didnt have a bike for it. Somehow my dad stumbled upon a Scott Nitro at the last minute, down in Vevey, sweet.
This post is a little conjumbled and i've had to write it between two days since i've been busy. posts will probably be shorter from now on.
and this is the view of a lifetime. I'll never forget this place.

At The Docks

I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be going on this trip. When I left Carlbrook my parents told me I wasn't going to visit Switzerland for a long time.
I worked my ass off to earn this. I am beyond fortunate, and I thank my parents endlessly for helping me make this trip happen. This marks the beginning of a dream that i should have realized many years ago. Thank you to everyone that has gotten me this far. I love you all greatly and this wouldn't have been possible without you. Keep your eyes on this blog from time to time. i will be updating it with photos and excerpts about my adventures. The plane is about to board. See you in July.