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Been loving my surf skate! Getting better at carving for speed and it’s been a joy to zip around the neighborhood. Skated to the river the other day and had my first salmon berry of the season, yum! 😋
I had decided on“breakfast for dinner” but was feeling uninspired by my usual eggs and avocado on toast… so I made this egg sandwich instead with the addition of aged cheddar, kale, tomato, and spicy ketchup with potato rounds. Dinner for 1 success! 🥘
And found this little guy at a thrift store today 🐿️
Edit - still partnered tho! 😉
Bought some collectible fantasy cards a few years ago as part of an ongoing mid-life crisis. Was flipping through them this morning out of boredom, after waking up earlier than’s convenient as usual. Found a couple cool Christmas themed ones 🧑🎄
Got covid and it’s totally forked all my plans these last few days 🙄 On the bright side tho, I’ve got to binge ‘The Good Place’ on Netflix. Feels like I’ve had a cute Fall leading into it, and here’s to looking forward to recovering quickly so I can start the Winter feeling good too!
There’s a park nearby where the local school has been making a “fairy forest” full of tiny houses 🧚♀️ 🏠 😍 It’s so cute!!! And it’s really grown in the five or so years I’ve been going back there. Always brings me joy to take a stroll thru and try to find my favorite ones 🩵 🩷
One more throwback MTB pic, courtesy of my good friend Rob circa 2001 from one of our many street sessions by the UBC clocktower.
My 8 year old son’s been enjoying going to the skatepark recently, and I’ve been having a blast trading off between my bike, board, and a scooter too. After filming him, he took my phone and filmed a quick line of me. The line isn’t much and his thumb’s in the frame of the vid, but I cropped a few stills. Figured it might be nice to have some more recent pics doing this thing I love. Also, I absolutely 😻 my “new” (second-hand) Banshee Amp dirt jumper!
Post for Orange Shirt Day 🧡
I have the day off today for the Truth & Reconciliation holiday, and wanted to do some learning about the history of my area as part of that. I live and work on the traditional and unceded territory of the Semiahmoo First Nation, part of the broader Coast Salish peoples, and closely related to the Lummi Nation, also called Lhaq’temish People of the Sea. Although I am not a member of that group, I’m surrounded by the indigenous history of the area. Many of my favorite places nearby have a long local history that predates colonialism. In Crescent Beach, where I take my son and swim in the ocean, there is a rock with a faded inscription detailing a great flood in the area, and I learned today that Semiahmoo oral history has a powerful song about that flood. I am grateful I have heard it, and now better understand the history of that area.
At least once a week, often several times, I find myself on the Semiahmoo trail. Online sources say that the origin of that trial was a wagon route built by European settlers in the late 1800s, and make reference to verbal legends of any earlier origin as myth and a "romantic notion". These sources show the importance of respecting the word-of-mouth stories of indigenous peoples as valid history. Especially, how they’re often ignored, erased, and invalidated in historical accounts with a colonial bias. It certainly isn’t hard to imagine, like much of modern colonial society, the Semiahmoo trail being built upon an unrecognized or unacknowledged foundation laid by indigenous people. Much of history, to me at least, is the beliefs we form from a collection of often-contradictory rather than complementary sources. That certainly seems to me to be the case with the Semiahmoo Trail. Regardless of who first used that route through the forest, I won’t ignore the fact that many of the trails I use and enjoy today were originally created by those who were here long before my ancestors came from Europe.
That’s what I choose to believe, and that’s what I will teach my son.
