Hurricane Annie

Annie and Shane, the morning after making landfall near midnight.
I call my younger daughter Hurricane Annie because she stirs things up wherever she goes. Someone who expects the most from every experience and not only expects it but makes it happen. Hiking, biking, swimming, drinking, laughing with friends, hugging niece and nephew and any baby or dog present; especially happy with Shane, a good match. Planning, planning. A busy brain. From Toronto via Gibsons to the West Coast Trail Happy travels you two; I miss you already.