I went for an overly ambitious walk yesterday around the Sea Wall. By myself. No water, no snacks, in sneakers 12 years old that are too wide, the least cool outfit ever assembled and worn outdoors, and my phone. If you ever get the instinct to "just keep going" when you're unsure of where you are, punch that instinct in the mouth. 

TWO AND A HALF HOURS later I stumbled in the door. Feet screaming and rubbed raw, legs partially numb but mostly wooden and wobbly. Nothing an Epsom bath and berry smoothie couldn't fix.

The shot above is under the bridge to North Van. Taken at the point where I was convinced I would never see my loved ones again.