MIS/ADVENTURES IN BRITISH COLUMBIA

As some of you may know already, this past July has been a bit of a challenge.  Back near mid month I was on my way out to Chehalis Lake for my best friends bachelor party and had a dirt biker slam into the front left corner of my truck.  Luckily the biker wasn't severely hurt, which in slightly different circumstances he would have been in an entire different state altogether.  Unfortunately the damage to my truck was rather extensive and the biker had no insurance.  The results of the accident meant I paid $500 out of pocket for my deductible, received the repaired truck back three weeks later, missed out completely on going South to Oregon to watch Alison race Cascade and visit with friends in Hood River.  Casper the Adventure-boler sat in my parents driveway for a month, doing nothing.

 What the front of my truck looked like after the dirt biker hit me doing a meer 20km/h, you can probably imagine how things would have turned out if I had been further to the center of the road or we'd both been going faster.

What the front of my truck looked like after the dirt biker hit me doing a meer 20km/h, you can probably imagine how things would have turned out if I had been further to the center of the road or we'd both been going faster.

Finally, after receiving the truck back, boler adventures were in our scopes.  Today, as I write this, it is Alison and my 5th wedding anniversary.  We decided to bug out earlier to avoid weekend crowds and take Casper to Chehalis Lake.  It's an added bonus that during the week you only really need to keep an eye out for the lumbering (no pun intended) logging trucks that trundle slowly down West Harrison FSR.  If you were stuck behind me on the way to the lake I apologize, you probably thought it was your 90 year old grand dad driving.  It so happens that I had far too high PSI in the trailer tires and the trailer was apt to launch into the air at any small bump in the road, and if you know West Harrison FSR, there's plenty of bumps; needless to say, I had to drive slow.  It took us 2hrs to cover the distance from the beginning of the gravel to the lake.  The interior of Casper was evidence of the bumpy trip as well.

 cushions on the floor, clothes on the floor, bins on the floor...oh, and fridge on the floor.

cushions on the floor, clothes on the floor, bins on the floor...oh, and fridge on the floor.

The remainder of our stay at the lake consisted of only a few things, reading, swimming, eating, tanning and relaxing.  I'll let the photos do the rest of the explaining.

 En route.

En route.

 Testing the off-road capabilities of Casper.

Testing the off-road capabilities of Casper.

 Home-sweet-Boler.

Home-sweet-Boler.

 Creek-side and lake-side

Creek-side and lake-side

 Bacon brings life.

Bacon brings life.

 Camp food: Baked Lays, Salmon, Bacon...obviously all you need.

Camp food: Baked Lays, Salmon, Bacon...obviously all you need.

 Our neighbors had a bigger fire than us, we weren't jealous though.

Our neighbors had a bigger fire than us, we weren't jealous though.

 Night time stories.

Night time stories.

 Just trollin' along.

Just trollin' along.

 Alison laughing at me as I nearly fall backwards into the water with my camera.

Alison laughing at me as I nearly fall backwards into the water with my camera.

 Hoping you're having a kick-ass weekend!

Hoping you're having a kick-ass weekend!

 Homeward bound...

Homeward bound...