A Page of Ka Wa's diary, Lynn Canyon Recap

Dear Diary-ah,

Our first ever hike at Lynn Canyon was more stimulating than Paris Hilton’s infamous video. The group of nine was made up of Teresa, Michelle, Vlad, Kevin, Kenneth, Amanda, James, Daniel and myself. We saw a bear cave but no bears (I think Kenneth scared all the female bears away). There was a fitness system implemented to see who could continue on the hike because it’s the survival of the thinnest. Those who could pass between the split tree trunk were considered thin and those who could not were considered Americans. The survival rate was 100 percent and so we all continued on the journey.

Wanting to look cool, I decided to go rock hopping on the river. Unfortunately, my coolness was evaded when I slipped on a stupid (wet) rock. The moral of the story is don’t take revenge on a rock by hitting it with your head.

There were some random guys jumping off a boulder into the water. They were topless and I am highly allergic to naked guys. It was a close call but they kept their shorts on. Guys should always put on their clothes when jumping into the water. If they want to take their clothes off, that’s what Davie street is for. Some of us took a few pictures, I chose to look away and head toward the stairs. There were many stairs, they suck, period.

At one point during the hike, Teresa sat the group down at what appeared to be an outdoor classroom. She then proceeded to teach her fellow business students about the wonders of nature. It was awesome, I learned a lot about pinecones and how I shouldn’t throw pinecones at the teacher. So after our brutal lesson from Teresa, we discovered a lake better than that place Nicholas Cage discovered in “The National Treasure”. It was Rice Lake, a lake dedicated to Asians (finally a lake for Asian guys, after all those non-Asians stole all the Asian women from us, I guess this is what they call reciprocation). Unfortunately, the sun wasn’t hot enough and the rice never got cookin’, but some random guy told me the rice was still at the bottom of the lake.

So we sat down by Rice Lake and had lunch. Ironically, all hikers were Asian but none of them had rice for lunch on Rice Lake. After lunch, we saw a bunch of ducks. I guess the story of the ugly duckling was not true as all the ducks were ugly. However, all three girls were drooling over the ducks. Note to brain: Forget about dog-walking, I need to get a duck and go duck-walking instead of eating them Peking style.

At one point, Kenneth almost fell off the side of a small drop off or as Teresa would put it “Kenneth almost fell off the canyon!”. Some people might think some women exaggerate too much but it’s a good thing because she’ll exaggerate just as much to her girlfriends about your thing, on the day after your honeymoon.

All the Trail Mix have come to an end. When I first joined, I didn’t know walking would be involved. I thought they meant trail mix, the granola bar! However, I scored some free ice cream out of it and met many new friends. At this time, I would like to thank the Trail Mix organizer and my Chief in Editor for putting up with my outrageously creative ideas. On behalf of the Trail Mix crew, I would like to thank her for her underappreciated work. My diary-ah/ diarrhea is now cleared up thanks to the hikes**.

**Disclaimer: Hikes don’t actually cure diarrhea.

Pictures of the action can be found HERE.

Flushing out, Ka Wa