The last two days Iâ€™ve taken two glorious and very long forced marches!
I think it was Sandie’s mom Jeanette, who coined the phrase, â€œforced marchâ€ after going on a bit of a hike with Joe.
Now, anytime I am out longer than 20 or 30 minutes â€” itâ€™s a forced march in my book.
I told Ken I had no topic to write about for this bloggy thing â€” and I donâ€™t, so here are a few photos from one of th forced marches I bravely took.
This is one of the new docks out Cape Roger Curtis way. Today was the first time Iâ€™ve seen it. Iâ€™ve done my best not to go out there any more as it has changed so much from what it was. Now I have to look at it as a new development and not a beautiful place we use to go.
The second photo is an admittance of not actually being lost â€” just very confused as to where we were! Even though Sue kept saying, “We are right here!” But, it was pretty and we could hear the fog horns, so we knew we were still on Bowen Island.