We haven't seen a drop of rain yet. I've been climbing every day. My fingers red and sore from rock, toes blistered and raw from the shoes, joints aching from the descents, clothes smelly and filthy from the trails, back knotted from sleeping on the dirty green carpet of George’s living room floor.

Basically, I couldn’t be happier.

Well, I could be but that would require a better looking belayer. Sure, Gary is hot, but really, that whole six-foot, muscular, Germanic, ex-Olympian look just isn’t for me. Besides, I think his wife would be a little upset.

Regardless, it’s been a great weekend. Single pitch sport climbs. Short and easy crack climbs. Long, 500 foot multi-pitch jaunts up the Apron of the Chief. When the sun is shining, there is no place better than BC - especially here in Squamish. The sun doesn't set until after nine, so you can climb well into the evening. Everywhere you turn, forests of deep green and towering glacier capped mountains. Granite cliffs decorate every mountain side and the 2000 foot monolith of the Chief looms directly over the town. Howe Sound sits calm and dark, the mountains rising right up from it's forest lined shore. The Squamish River runs right through this valley. Waterfalls in every direction.

From the tops of my climbs I can see the kite boarders sailing in the sound. Downhill bikers and single-track riders pedal through town on their way to the hundreds of trails. The parking lots are filled with dirty looking men and women in sandals and packs, hands still chalked and bloody from the thousands of routes and boulder problems all minutes away. The road is noisy from the sport bikes racing up through the picturesque curves of the Sea to Sky Highway en route to Whistler.

I have my shoes and harness here, but I wish I had my SUV. Packed complete with the mountain bike. The wet suit. The camping gear. The hiking boots. And the VFR on the hitch.

I think if I move to Vancouver I’ll be grateful for the all the rainy days. It would be the only time I would ever get anything done.