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Mil Gracias a Ceci por traducirlos!

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Great weekend in Panorama, Bc! 🏃🏼Training is well underway for the Squamish 50 in October. The real challenge will be to keep it up during the last 3 weeks of work of the season! 👷🏼‍♂️

Fun hike today up Old Glory! Nice to peek some blue above the smoke. 💙

Proud moment! Felicidades Dani & Cetto! 🍾🎈🎉🎊

Buy a new pair of shorts every 10 years. ☑️

Sometimes the only difference between a passion and an obsession is a smile. 😁

At this time last year Ceci wasn’t even allowed in Canada yet! 😭 But❗️Our 4 months apart provided me with a lifetime of blackmail-worthy photos! 😏 #worthit #noregrets

Catching some Summer in between contracts. ☀️

So long long hair! 👷🏼‍♂️ Out of the pot & into the furnace. Let the infernal Brushing season begin! 🥵

Season 8 of planting trees ☑️ 30 Audiobooks 📚 in 2months! A millionaire… in trees planted! 🌲

Last week of the Planting Season!

♾ + 🚴🏼‍♀️ = 🤪

A week of 30*c + ☀️ ending with some cold rain 🌧 #dontquityourdayjob

Dandelion Moon 🌼

Planting has its moments 🌲

Of the many rewards of working outdoors, the views! 🌲

First week of planting in the books! 🌲

Golden outline. 💛

Back on the home trails! 🏡

Sometimes you’re Harry Potter for no particular reason. ⚡️

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