Chasing Auroras III

Photos by Avi Prasad
Videos by Brian Schultz Media

Golden light flooded through the glass walls as the four of us sat around the table, cupping our miso soups in both hands, as if we were still near the Arctic Circle.

It was Tuesday at 11:36AM

We had just gotten back from the Yukon the night before and all of us were in a haze of awe-induced exhaustion. It was the kind of whirlwind weekend that takes a few days to really sink in. We were only gone for three days and yet so much had happened. There were so many moments. It had felt like we had done so much and were gone for so long.
 
In the midst of our conversation, our two other friends that hadn’t joined us mentioned the way their weekend felt like quite the opposite. It was the mention of a different kind of haze. Their weekend just seemed to pass them by. The kind that quietly leads you from working late on Friday, to an even later night out, to sleeping in on Saturday, then laundry, lounging, and before you know it you’re rushing back to work on Monday morning just to do it all over again.
 
As they spoke, I was left sitting there, wondering how so much could have happened for us and so little for them, all in the same amount of time. As I looked around the table, making eye contact with my travel partners, Brian, Avi and Steph, I knew they felt the same.
 
As we sat there recounting the trip, I felt grateful.
 
It felt like we'd uncovered a fresh landscape and a vast secret we only had a small grasp of just five days before.
 
If you had talked to any of us the Thursday before, none of us would have told you this was about to happen.
 
What started as an casual comment about how wild it would be to chase a geomagnetic storm – the kind that causes big auroras – quickly turned into an off-the-cuff message to Yukon Air. The kind of “hail mary” that you believe has exactly zero percent chance of actually happening.
 
“Hey Air North, we have a bit of a crazy idea that just popped up between a couple of us and we would love to chat with you. It’s time-sensitive but involves actually chasing the geomagnetic storm that’s about to hit…”
 
A “seen” message quickly turned into a friendly and curious response – something we’ve come to realize is built into the DNA of Air North. We were met with genuine intrigue into what we had in mind and as the conversation rolled deeper, that hail mary started to transform into something that somewhat resembled a plan.
 
A few messages back and forth, a quick call to discuss how we were going to make it happen, and Air North’s willingness to take a chance on some people they just met (they even brought in their friends at Northern Vision Development to give us a place to stay), before we knew it there were four of us sitting in departures at YVR, getting ready to board Flight 536 from Vancouver to Whitehorse, Yukon on Friday night.

 
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Friday, 7:50PM – Wheels Up

There’s that moment in every flight where a feeling washes over me. I can’t help it. The plane turns towards the runway and begins to accelerate. As I get thrown back in my seat and start to feel the wheels pull up, I can’t help but feel like some part of this is still magic.
 
How we can sit inside what resembles not much more like an aluminum can with wings and in mere hours be teleported to places that feel so foreign and remote from what we call home.
 
This time was no different, and as we lifted upwards I could see the city lights of Vancouver fade away. The Howe Sound sprawled underneath us and the green landscapes quickly turned to a faded white. The brightness of the snow-capped peaks of the Tantalus wrestled with the last bit of daylight.
 
As we hit cruising altitude, the cabin lights dimmed and the horizon darkened. Out of the small plane window, I could see a faint green glow dancing on the horizon and as what I was looking at began to sink in, the whole crew perked up.
 
This was it! We weren’t even 30 minutes into the flight and we were getting what we came for.
 
Well, a glimpse of it anyways.
 
Brian, our videographer, quickly asked for a blanket from the stewardess so he could cover his head and get a clear look at the storm we were chasing. Sitting beside him, Avi, our photographer, pulled out his camera and started snapping photos.
 
As for Steph and I, we just kind of sat there, staring out the window, fixated on seeing the Northern Lights from a plane for the first time.
 
The whole plane ride lasted just two and a half hours and we landed in Whitehorse at 10:35PM. Not bad considering we were at work just 5 hours earlier. As we unloaded, Steph, Avi, and I had thought it made sense to head to the hotel and check-in, but Brian already had other ideas in the works.
 
Hours before takeoff, he had reached out to a couple of locals over Instagram and one of them, also named Bryan, offered to show us around the city and check out some places where we could catch auroras.
 
We grabbed our rental car from Driving Force and followed him high above Whitehorse, to a place called Jackson Lake, where we proceeded to wait out for an aurora storm. One of the most genuine people I’ve met, which seemed to be a common theme in Whitehorse, Bryan gave us the history of Whitehorse and told us about what it was like to grow up there.
 
As we hung out, waiting for the auroras to show, a faint glow on the horizon peaked up. It lasted about 20 minutes before fading and we got nothing more.
 
As 1AM hit and the temperature dropped below -15°C, we found ourselves cold, exhausted, and without an aurora. With two nights still ahead of us, we decided to pack it in and found our way to the Best Western on Main. By the time we checked in, it was well past 1:30AM and the friendly attendant guided us to our rooms to make sure we were taken care of for the night.
 
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before all four of us were out like a light.

 
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Saturday, 6:47AM

I wanted to sleep in, but Brian and Avi once again had other plans.
 
As I fought the idea in my head, lying in my warm bed at The Best Western Whitehorse, my weak argument for five more minutes was cut short by Brian’s six-word response: “We’re only here for 72 hours…”
 
Checkmate.
 
A quick shower, teeth brushed, and jackets on, the four of us were out the door in less than 30 minutes to explore what Whitehorse was all about.
 
As we passed through Whitehorse, we realized that the “friendly stranger” vibe we felt from Bryan last night was a common theme. People on the streets were purposely making eye contact and saying hello. Coming from a big city, it was a crazy feeling to have people acknowledge each other everywhere you go.
 
Something about it just felt right. It felt human.
 
Our first stop on Saturday morning was to meet with a man named Phil Gatensby (aka “Yukon Phil"). He's a Native Elder of the Klingit and is the definition of the phrase “salt of the earth”. Phil has the kind of infectious energy that makes people gravitate towards him. You can see it on everyone’s face when they are around him. We sat there for just over an hour, sipping coffee and listening as he dropped some stories, cracked some jokes, told us what it was like growing up in the Yukon, and set the right tone of exploration and respect as we headed out.
 
"Just do me a favour”, he said “Create a trip you won’t ever forget, okay?"
 
Roger that.
 
We spent the rest of the day honouring that request and exploring spots just outside  Whitehorse.
 
We hit up Miles Canyon, a 50 foot deep canyon that has been carved over millenia by the Yukon River rapids. During the Gold Rush it was a required passage to move gear down river and thousands of boats loaded with precious supplies were lost.
 
Next, we ventured up Vista Road to the radio tower, to see what Whitehorse looked like from above, catch sunset, and set up shop for the night to hopefully to catch auroras.
 
With the skies free from clouds and the KP Index still high, it was looking good and you could feel the energy in the crew.
 
But as the sun sank and night took over, we waited patiently in the cold for hours. Nothing. Again were snubbed by the fickle nature of the northern lights.
 
With midnight nearing, we once again decided to pack it in and head back to the hotel to warm up, catch some sleep, and be cozy.

 
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Sunday, 6:32AM

As Sunday rolled in, we decided to explore far beyond the confines of Whitehorse, driving 300km round trip, halfway to Alaska, to a little village called Haines Junction. We were in search of a huge ice cave that was formed by water melting a tunnel through the toe of an unnamed glacier, hundreds of thousands of years ago.
 
As we drove out, the wildness of the Yukon really hit us. The vastness of the white landscape unfolded in front of us, as did the towering peaks of the Kluane range. Elk and deer sprinkled the drive and aspen trees filled up every space that wasn’t white.
 
We stopped along the side of the road every 30 minutes to take in the mountain scapes that seemed to get bigger, more vast, and more impressive the further we drove. It felt like this landscape hadn’t been touched in a million years.
 
The hike into the ice caves was a steady 6km hike up a frozen river bed, leaving ample time to chat, take in the landscape, and realize how fresh the air out here was.
 
As we neared the cave, it’s scope and size came into view. The cave was as old as time. A natural landscape shaped only by nature. The towering glacier that formed it sprawled for kilometers behind it, not only dwarfing the cave, but everything around it, including us.
 
We hung around for as long as we could, exploring the intricate details of the non-earth-like formation. It seriously felt like we were on another planet and it made us reminded us how diverse this world, even in our own backyard.
 
As the sun crept across the sky, we didn’t want to leave, but knew time was getting tight and we had a long drive back home.
 
Just before we left, we stood there, looking back at the cave we didn’t even know existed two days earlier, knowing that we had just experienced one of those spaces that your mind will never actually be able to comprehend.

 
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Sunday, 7:17PM

'As the final night came around, there was a bittersweet feeling within the crew.
 
While we hadn’t quite been iced-out from seeing the auroras, we definitely hadn’t seen the full show we were hoping to see when the plan came together.
 
The “storm of the year” wasn’t quite living up to the hype and with an increasing amount of cloud in the sky and no clearing on the horizon, tonight wasn’t looking like we were going to have any luck either.
 
In so many ways though, at this point, it didn’t matter. None of us would have said that taking off, but after looking back on the last 60 or so hours, the whole weekend was about so much more than catching the auroras.
 
In so many ways, the auroras was just the excuse to get us out the door and explore.
 
What really mattered were the millions of moments in between.
 
Moments like the endless hours of car karaoke.
Experiencing the vastness that made you realize how small you were.
The dozens of inside jokes that formed between the four of us.
The feeling of warm coffee on our cold hands.
The conversations that ebbed and flowed from everything to nothing and back again.
The constant rush of adrenaline of getting from one place to the next.
Being surrounded all weekend by people who it’s almost impossible not to laugh with.
The genuine thrill of exploring and taking in new places.
Remembering what “fresh air” really feels like. 
And exploring new landscapes that while they feel far, really aren’t.
 
When looking back on it, it was all those moments that really mattered to me.
 
And with that, as our hours in Whitehorse dwindled into their final dozen, the crew contemplated going out one last time.
 
With clouds filling the sky and exhaustion filling our bodies, there was a slight feeling of hesitation. We’d already seen so much, the trip had already completely exceeded expectations, and with an almost zero percent chance of seeing the auroras, it was becoming harder and harder to convince ourselves to crawl out of our beds and endure another frozen night.
 
As I laid back in my bed, the words of Phil Gatensby rolled through my head again and again.
 
"Just do me a favor”, he said “Make this a trip you won’t ever forget, okay?"
 
The words struck me and I knew I couldn’t stay here. As much as my body begged to be cozy, I crawled out, convinced Steph, Avi and Brian to do the same, and packed our gear for one last shot at this.
 
We drove out of town and up a beautiful windy road for about half an hour, climbing as high above Whitehorse. We ended up at a place called Fish Lake, which on a night like this, held our best shot for catching the auroras.
 
The road led into into what felt like the middle of this massive, perfectly circular, snow-covered lake. The horizon around it was a low, and rimmed with a perfectly even silhouette of trees. If it wasn’t cloudy, it would have felt like we were in the world’s largest outdoor planetarium.
 
We parked close to the lake and walked over to see if it was still frozen enough to walk out onto. As we made our way closer, an odd-sized bump of snow lay out in front of us. As we made our way closer and shined our headlamps, we could make out the lines of a full-on igloo placed perfectly in front of us.
 
What?! It felt surreal. None of us had seen an igloo before.
 
Standing in the middle of a wide open lake, in the middle of the Yukon, beside an igloo – the entire crew just laughed.
 
“Where even are we?” Steph screamed.
 
Between the stoke and gratitude, the landscape around us and the connection between us, a moment of joy washed over the entire crew. It wasn't a "crazy moment" but it was the simple kind of moment that reminds you that you are alive.
 
The kind that tells you you are in the right place, at the right time.
 
Deep down, I knew that this was the kind of moment we were actually chasing – one steeped in shared experience and connection.
 
Within minutes, the clouds were fully blown away and all you could see were stars. Everywhere. More than I had ever seen. A fully woven blanket of them filling the night sky.
 
And as we stood there laughing, looking up towards the clouds, an aurora storm in the shape of a hurricane formed and flowed in right towards us.
 
Together, we stood there, speechless and in awe, letting the Northern Lights do what they do best. Letting go of time. And letting this memory, and each memory leading up to this moment, sink in as something we will never forget.

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We Are Standing Up For Parks

15 years ago the BC Parks budget was decimated.

One thing we know for sure: without adequate funding, our parks will continue to suffer and run the risk of becoming nothing more than “paper parks” – protected in theory, but not in practice.
— CPAWS

This is our moment to turn the tide for BC Parks.

On February 3rd, we're partnering with CPAWS and standing for our parks.
 

Show you care by using the hashtag #StandUpForParks.
Let's let people know that the parks matter to us.

 

Our provincial parks is a diverse place that is a source of pride, strength, and adventure for all people who make their home in British Columbia – including us. From expansive valley bottoms to wild mountain peaks to the golden grasslands, one’s adventure can find no end. Together, we are standing to regain what BC Parks lost over 15 years ago when the budget was decimated, causing cascading effects for park staff, visitors and ecological integrity.

Our current NDP Government promised to restore funding and hire more rangers during their 2017 election campaign, so as they head into their budget decision on February 20th, let’s hold them to it!

With our provincial parks seeing record numbers of visitors – people looking for adventure, learning or healing – we know that getting the (small bit of) funding we're asking for will make a tremendous impact on the integrity of the park system. 

 

BC Parks receives just a fraction of the funding similar park agencies do.
Alberta Parks: $30/ha
Parks Canada: $33/ha
BC Parks: $2.8/ha
— CPAWS

THE ASK IS SIMPLE:

  1. In Budget 2018, increase operational funding for BC Parks to $60M;
  2. Continue to increase the budget to eventually match leading parks agencies such as Parks Canada and Alberta Parks;
  3. Continue to hire more rangers until we meet pre-budget-cut levels.

 

WE ARE OUR BEST ADVOCATES!

As park users, we understand that the everyday issues - from crowded trails to streams of garbage to decaying infrastructure - are made unmanagable by the under-funding crisis. We also understand that it does not have to be like this. We know that we can increase both biodiversity and visitor experience with the right tools. To do this, we need a long-term commitment from our government to increase funding for protected areas. Show your support for increasing resources for the hard working staff and volunteers of BC Parks.

 

JOIN US.

We need to show our political leaders that parks matter to us - their constituents and voter base. Here’s how you can help make that happen at this critical time for parks:

  1. 1. Plan or join a local trip / Get outside: On Feb. 3, we take it to the Parks! Strap on our snowshoes, hop in our kayaks or stand by our favourite waterfall to demand better protection for our parks. Better yet, create an event in the CS x Vancouver group, invite a whole bunch of people out, and share it on social using the hashtag #StandUpForParks. In this case, more equals better.
     
  2. Collect signatures: Collect signatures in-person using this petition form or by sharing this online form.
     
  3. Spread the word: Tell your family, friends and colleagues! Write into your community paper! Use social media to share why you #StandUpForParks and invite your networks to join the movement! The more we get, the easier this will be.
     
  4. Be part of the social media team: We’ll need folks to help amplify the messages from the parks. If you aren’t interested or able to head out into the park, join in online through social media following the hashtag #StandUpFor Parks
     
  5. Write a letter: If you’ve got a pen and paper or access to a computer, you’ve got a role to play in getting the word out. Writing in to your local paper (there are guidelines here - page 7 - on how to write a letter to the editor) and sending a copy directly to your local politician can be done in less than an hour and make a huge local impact!

 

WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?

BC Parks is one of the worst- funded parks in the country, receiving just 1/15 of the budget (per hectare) that some other parks receive.

On February 20, the BC Government will release their budget for 2018. This budget outlines their priorities.

We're making some noise to let them know that the parks are important to us. The BC Parks operating budget is tiny in comparison to the provincial budget (like really tiny), but the small raise that we are asking for would make a huge difference to the protection of our parks.

If you're down to stand for parks, stand with us on Saturday.

- Chasing Sunrise

 

MORE DETAILS

If you want more details on how you can get involved, including writing letters to your MLAs and social media strategies, check out the CPAWS: 2018 Action Plan.

 

GET MORE INVOLVED WITH CPAWS.

If this is the kind of thing you deeply care about and want to get more involved with CPAWS, you can reach out to Tori Ball here (tori@cpawsbc.org)

Adventure In Your Blood, Indecision On Your Mind

“You’ve got adventure in your blood, my dear. Don’t let anything ever tame it.”

Words by Samantha Lego

This snippet of a conversation has stayed with me for years, always present, in the back of my mind. It rewards me when I’m on long-distance bus rides through Laos, or as I seek out foreign destinations in my spare time. Although most recently, I’ve been finding my thoughts drifting back to that conversation as I sit at my desk, nine to five, Monday to Friday, working away at a job I genuinely enjoy.

I’ve always known I’ve wanted to travel, been perfectly OK to drop my life and see the world.  That is how I knew I would measure my fulfillment and gage my happiness. Yet it’s only been recently since I’ve come home and been presented with another option.

It’s the struggle of every 20-something year-old. Do I stay or do I go? Do I start a career or see the world? Do I fall in love with someone or fall in love with something, somewhere else.

When asked by an anxious young man about whether he should or should not get married, Socrates said,  “You will regret it either way.”

Which is to say, there is not one right thing to do, and the one constant aspect of life as a 20-something is we are never fully sure of ourselves, never fully satisfied. We let ourselves get pulled in so many different directions, start down so many different roads and spend so much time deliberating on whether we’ll regret our decisions in the time to come.

Our generation is one of ambivalence. Defined as the uncertainty caused by the inability to make a choice, or by the simultaneous desire to do two conflicting things, people our age seem to be stuck at the crossroads.

Yet, we’re expected to do it all. We are expected to be successful. We are expected to make mistakes. We are expected to travel. We are expected to settle down.  We’re expected to expect a lot from ourselves.

These expectations, whether they’re in favour of freedom or stability are what leads people to become complacent, stalled by their own indecisiveness.

And it drives us insane.

I believe that the lust or thirst in life – whether it be for travel, adventure, or fulfillment – is like hunger. If you don’t feed it, it will grow and grow until it consumes all your other thoughts and actions, until you are forced to satiate it.

Sometimes I drown in waves of panic, sitting at my desk, wondering what the hell I’m doing as I scroll through friends’ feeds as they gallivant around South America, Africa and Asia.

Adventure called and I feel like I’m standing it up.

I’ll question every decision I’ve made since I’ve been home until my thoughts are jumbled and I’m left feeling empty and unsatisfied.

I don’t want to settle. My insatiable hunger to see the world is as inexorable as it is unavoidable. But there is a part of me that is envious of those who have made a name for themselves, who have found long-term love and who seem to be fast-tracked for a perfect life.

Much like Peter Pan, people tell me that I’m afraid to grow up, meet life head-on or that I travel because I’m running away.

Some of us are hard wired for a stabilized life full of potential for continuous growth. Others are driven mad by the idea and instead, seek a different kind of growth, more sporadic yet no less fulfilling.

Regardless of what side of the fence you’re on, there will be that pivotal moment which makes you question everything. You’ll toss and turn and wake up at 3am in cold sweats trying to figure out if you’re wasting your time pursuing one dream over another.

I usually forget the second half of that pivotal conversation, where I was told that although I should always follow my passion. Whichever path our wayward minds lead us down, we’ll always find something to look forward to. It’s about finding the enjoyment in the possibilities that have been presented to us, no matter how long or short term they are.

Until then, Melatonin is well known for helping you sleep.

To read more from Samantha Lego, check out her words here.

There's No Place Like Home

There's No Place Like Home

Somehow we have come to believe that if it's not far and foreign, then it has little value.

Yet adventuring in your own backyard is one of the most overlooked and cheapest ways of having more travel in your life, and can happen far more frequently then dropping everything and flying halfway around the globe. It's not about looking forward to a single trip that eats all your vacation time and travel budget, but about learning how to make the most of those 48 hour weekends we get, every single week.

This is #CSHutTrip

Life Lessons from Chasing Sunrise

Life Lessons from Chasing Sunrise

Life Lesson #1: We’re all in this together.

If you ever feel like you’re the only one, you’re not. In this case, I thought I was the only one who was nervous about meeting 50 new people and venturing into the unknown. But when I got talking to other people I realized I was not alone. We were all in the same boat. Everyone was going through their own internal thoughts: some were nervous about having no reception, some were feeling shy and some were worried they wouldn’t fit in. One thing we probably all had in common that morning was that we thought we were the only ones. But that was far from the truth. I think this applies to most things in life. At the end of the day, we’re all in this together and you are NEVER alone.

My Top 11 Moments At #Chasecamp

My Top 11 Moments At #Chasecamp

Grabbing my seat on a bus heading off into the unknown, surrounded by 49 strangers who immediately offered me snacks such as homemade cookies, fresh apples, candy, introducing themselves and taking guesses at where we were heading next. I was told as a child to never get into cars with strangers - especially ones who had snacks - but something told me going against that advice at that moment was absolutely the best decision to make. I was absolutely right.

Chasecamp 2016

Chasecamp 2016

On May 14, I got on a bus with 49 strangers and headed into the unknown. Literally - we had no idea where we were going. But we were stoked. Then, as we passed through Hope heading farther away from the city than I’ve been in awhile, I watched the bars of my phone dive down into oblivion. No service, it said...

Chasing Sunrise: Chasecamp

Chasing Sunrise: Chasecamp

I don't even know where to begin with this post. It happened about three weeks ago, at the end of April. Just days before I was about to hit the road on a road trip down south to California. I received an email in my mailbox from Chasing Sunrise. They were hosting a contest. 50 strangers would be selected and taken on an all expenses paid weekend getaway. The catch? You won't know where you're going or what you'll be doing, only that where it is, there is no cell service. You will only be told what to pack. Would you be willing to throw away the comforts of your daily life and throw yourself into the unknown?

#ChasingSunrise #IntoTheUnknown #MECNation #MakeItCount

#ChasingSunrise #IntoTheUnknown #MECNation #MakeItCount

When I first stumbled upon Chasing Sunrise, all I could think was “these are my people” - a community that understands that with each sunrise, we are given a choice: we can either stay in bed waiting for life to come to us or we can get up and get after it, chasing what we want. The latter is about wanting more out of life. More memories. More adventures. More mind-blowing experiences.

#DLADVENTURES: INTO THE UNKNOWN WITH CHASING SUNRISE X MEC NATION

Written By: District Local | Vancouver
Original Source

The unknown called, and we answered.

This weekend, we went offline and ‪#‎IntoTheUnknown‬ with Chasing Sunrise and MEC Outdoor Nation. 50 strangers were taken on a secret, all-expenses paid trip into the wild – no further details were provided until arrival. Our correspondent, a dear friend and one of the lucky chosen 50, shares his experience:

The adventure begins.

2:45 a.m. wake up calls are early, even by our standards. But when it’s Chasing Sunrise setting the alarm, you don’t press snooze. So off we went to meet the group at 6 a.m to get the weekend started, destination unknown.

A few hours later, we pulled into Manning Park, which celebrates its 75th anniversary this season. It was BC Parks that turned to Chasing Sunrise and an assemblage of outstanding local sponsors to help make this adult summer camp happen – and this group was more than happy to jump in.

Welcome to Chase Camp.

Having found our tentmates in Chase Camp, we spent the afternoon getting to know each other over chilly lake swims, some intense pickup Ultimate Frisbee, California kickball, and leisurely bocce. Conversations and friendships flowed easily. None of us had met until we boarded the bus that morning. Our new friends were from all walks of life, and the stories and inspiration quicklyflowed: a biologist, an ultramarathoner, and a videographer; a guy who’d been a nanny in Malaysia, and an expert in dugout canoes from Duncan, via Indonesia; an adventurer off to Colombia, and an Australian living out of a van.

Forget tin can cooking and hotdogs. Our weekend’s Paleo menu, courtesy of Whole Foods and some hardworking chefs from Fuel Your Fire (a Paleo meal home delivery service), included Italian sausages,bbq porkchops, butternut squash, fresh fruits and salads. Early mountain climbs necessitate caffeine, and local Saltspring Coffee helped keep us warm and awake. Plant-based nutritious treats from Vegawere packed away to take along for what lay ahead.

  Photo Credit: Philip Gibney

Photo Credit: Philip Gibney

After an evening of campfire s’mores and awesome guitar – summer camp styles – we grabbed a couple hours of shuteye before the weekend’s only certainty: a 4 am hike up somewhere high to catch the Sunday morning sunrise.

And so, eight kilometres later we arrived at Cascade Lookout, where we found the team from Fuel Your Fire preparing eggs, bacon, and hash browns at the top of the mountain. We happily refueled with hot breakfast and soaked in our surroundings – the lookout offered spectacular views of the entire valley, and we watched the inky blue sky gradually brighten to spectacular pinks as the sun came through the clouds.

 Photo Credit: Philip Gibney

Photo Credit: Philip Gibney

Chasing Sunrise promises “more experiences, more adventures, and more mind-blowing memories“. And this weekend delivered. From beautiful scenery to budding friendships, we were left inspired and energized for the week ahead. Our sense of adventure is renewed; you’ll find us on a 5 a.m.mountaintop somewhere soon. Because, as Chasing Sunrise reminds us, you were born to do more than pay bills and die.

 Photo Credit: Damon Berryman

Photo Credit: Damon Berryman

About Manning Park:

Located between Hope and Princeton, BC and less than 5km from the US border, E.C. Manning Park has a large variety of walking and hiking trails which range anywhere from a 15-minute walk to a 5 or 6 day hike. Lightning Lake is often used for non-motorized watersports, such as canoeingkayaking, andfishing. Rentals are available at the lake for canoes, rowboats, kayaks and stand-up paddle boards. The park will host their 75th Anniversary Party this summer on Canada’s Parks Day (July 16).

Credit goes to:

Thanks again Chasing Sunrise and these awesome sponsors for making this adventure awesome: