Lads Wilderness Weekend (Part I) Nairn Falls Campsite

Binning the office at 5:00:01pm on the nose Gary and I wandered down to meet Russ where to lead the advance party north to our destination of Nairn Falls, some three hours north and just short of Pemberton in the coast mountains.

Stopping to stock up at Squamish any chance that the English bloke equals boozer stereo type that most Canadians hold to be true was completely blown out of the water when one of the senior architects in the office stumbled across the three of us in BC Liquor with four slabs of beer and a bottle of Crown Royal (bourbon) in our mitts !

I didn't have the interest to try and explain that there was actually going to be six of us in total ! This puritan Canadian Architect would probably still consider us out of control even if we had just a six pack !

Arriving just before dark Rich, 'extreme' Paul and Neil rocked up in what had to be the biggest mobile wind break I have ever seen ! After the usual thirty minutes of puzzled looks with tents in hand we got down to the business of ignoring all safety rules in relation to keeping bears at safe distance !

Tucking into a feast of 65% fat + 10% meat burgers we no doubt generated a smell that yogi and his hungry mates could probably sniff ten miles away down the valley ! Luckily the second rule of bear abatement must have saved us. That being of course to make sufficient noise such that not so gentle ben is aware of your presence and gives you wide berth ! Well that is the published logic anyway.

My theory is that the Pemberton variety of bear actually isn't a fan of hard house on the ipod nor Heineken and thats probably why they gave is a bit of room !

That or the smells that Russel was generating in the tent that night kept all kept all living creatures at a range of two miles !

Apart from the obligatory die hard dirty Mozzie !