Mt Manuel Quimper

Mt. Manuel Quimper is the name of today’s hike update. A great trek, not too difficult and only took about 4 hours.

The trail head is just north of Saseenos along harbourview road. There is a parking lot with picnic tables at the end of the road. Climb out, close the doors, prepare for adventure.

The trek starts along an old logging road, not terribly exciting but allows you to cover distance quickly. The trail bears off to the right and things get interesting, the wide gravel road gives way to a path with some Avataresque log bridges.

Pretty sure this is a scene from avatar

Across the logs the path becomes loose stones with the appearance of a dried riverbed. The pitch steepens, your glutes feel the burn, a layer of clothing gets unzipped or taken off. But, fret not, after a couple of minutes the pitch lessens and your legs get a rest.

When the trees start to thin out, the view gets to be rather breathtaking. The mix of trees, hills and ocean is an invigorating sight.

"Look, there is a view, right there"

One of the coolest parts of the Manuel Quimper hike is seeing the rock face completely covered in thick moss. Walking up the mountain felt like bouncing on marshmallows. Compared to hiking in Ontario this was a dream.

My feet thank you, you glorious moss

Reaching the top you will be greeted by a creepy creaking old fire lookout.

Location for the annual ouiji board tournament I bet

Is it haunted you ask? Yes! of course it is! Why are you even asking, look at that thing. I’m pretty sure there was a phone with a direct line to the ghostbusters there.

Haunted or not we decided to go in and investigate. Upon entering we were greeted with beautiful wall art which consisted mostly of initials in hearts and penises.

What designs, probably the inspiration for the Sistine Chapel

Future archaeologists  are going to be so confused when they find this stuff.


After one final gaze out at the view from the top, we re-traced our steps and made it back to the car.

Oh, great, more abandoned concrete pillars. Not creepy at all...

It was a great day, although I keep hearing voices when I try to go to sleep, probably just the wind though. I doubt it has anything to do with the cold patch I walked through in the abandoned fire watchtower.


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Mt Braden Loop…attempt

It was a snowy week. So much snow by Victoria standards that the city was practically shut down, I couldn’t even get a haircut. Never the less, it was a perfect weekend to hike in a touch of snow.

About 7 minutes to the West of Langford, along Sooke rd, you will find the trail head on the North side of the road past an abandoned compound full of rusting machinery. Apparently. The trail head was elusive so Kyle and I decided to follow some footprints into the woods figuring that person probably knew where they were going.

Hey look, it’s the same pipeline from Peden Lake. The foot prints followed the pipe so we did too.

Surely following strangers footprints has never led to trouble

Walking along the pipe put our balancing skills to the test. The ice was hidden under snow and the path was narrow. Not relaxing. Thankfully after 10 minutes we met up with the actual path, passed the rusted out punch buggy from our directions and knew we were headed in the right direction.

Then we passed a rusted out punch buggy…hey wait. There are two? Which one are we supposed to go left at. Back to following footprints.

The sound of gurgling water meant that the stream crossing was close. The instructions had said there was a bridge to cross. The bits of ice swirling along with the stream’s current reinforced the idea of not getting wet. There was the bridge, just a few meters ahead. Only one problem. What qualifies as a ‘bridge’ is two logs and a rope.

Halfway across, the first log starts to bounce, not in a pleasant way like in a bouncy castle but more of an “oh sweet mother of pearl don’t let me fall in the ice water” kind of way. At this point you need to step on the log facing the opposite way to continue. Both logs will bounce, the slightest shift of weight makes your legs look like a dessert jello salad.

I expected Gandalf to stop Kyle at any moment.

Across the river, still dry, things were looking good. The trail was well used and led to an old road which circled the bottom of Mt. Braden. The road is easy going and we were making up for the amount of time we spent trying to find the start of the hike.

All of the sudden, blasting towards us on the path was a black and white blur, bear?? cougar??

No, it was a dog named shadow who’s owner then asked if we had seen a cougar. Unsure if this was a joke or not we replied no. Our new hiking friend then showed us tracks from the same morning we were there. He also showed us pictures his infrared activated cameras had captured in these woods, bears, a wolf, and a cougar family.

Cougar track half the size of my foot...great

After pushing through snow-covered pine-curtains,

passing by winter streams

and following deer tracks

we made it to the top.

This calls for a celebratory espresso, care of the handpresso.

After finishing some fresh steaming espresso at the top it was time to head back. The main issue though was that we hadn’t seen any trail markers for a while, quite a while. After searching for 15 minutes for the continuation we admitted defeat. Thankfully we could follow our snowy foot prints back without much trouble.

Back through the snow filled with deer tracks

and back through spring

wait, what?

It was strange, the forest had been covered in snow, a typical winter wonderland and here it was some strange season which was exactly half spring half winter.

The forest became less and less snowy as we got closer to the car. The second half of the loop eluded us, another adventure for another day.

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Peden Ridge

The date was November 29th.

After studying some routes on I decided to tackle Peden Ridge and, depending on time, maybe make it to Black Bear Mt…not even close. As a newcomer to the West Coast I am a little naive about the difference between hiking in the late fall compared to the summer. Water, and lots of it, is a big difference.

Getting to Maryvine falls was a 35 minute well-marked path, from the potholes parking lot to a first glimpse of how wet this hike may be.

The pounding of the waterfall drew us off of the path to explore the source of the rumbling. The spray from the waterfall drifted through the air; taking a clear picture was tough. I suppose I should mention that when I was looking at this hike online it said “summer time.” I figured it would be fine, get a little wet, no big deal. As my grandpa used to say ” I’ve never seen a skin that wouldn’t dry.

Shortly after the waterfall you will come across an out-of-place pipe stretching into the woods as far as you can see on either side.

Cross the pipe and continue on towards the Maryvine river crossing.

Our hiking boots were damp from the rain-soaked forest. We polished off the sandwiches that had made the trek with us, strapped on our packs, and pushed for Peden Lake.

An important lesson is that when a hike suggests summer there is a reason. The river crossing was no-longer a babbling creak with stones you could hop along. A raging torrent of water pounded through a narrow channel feeding the waterfalls we had passed. Not crossing here.

I convinced the guys that we could go back down the trail and cross at a wider section by making a bridge. Then it would be a simple task of bush-whacking keeping the river on our right-hand side.

BC is different from Ontario. After trudging less than 100 meters through waist-high vegetation there wasn’t a dry spot left on our legs. Time to turn back.

Wet, tired, and in need of some coffee we decided to head back to the car and call it a day. Peden Ridge would remain elusive to us on this outing.

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Lets get outside! (Ironic seeing as this is a blog)

Hello there internets,

If you are interested in the outdoors, and general incompetence, then this is the blog for you. Join me as I tackle a hike each week, some go well, some involve getting lost, climbing through tunnels, walking the wrong way on train tracks for miles, and bushwhacking through soaking wet undergrowth. I am no expert, but I do have fun. See you out there



Look at that hat, I clearly know what I am doing

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