A Century in Exile

After a century in the political wilderness¹, the Conservative Party has won the provincial election in British Columbia coming away with 64 seats and 48% of the popular vote. Despite very low voter turnout (around 47%), the party’s share of the popular vote increased 5% against an 8 % decline for the incumbent NDP (New Democrat Party). The Greens (a minor party in Canadian politics) picked up 3% against the 2024 election but remained firmly anchored at just two seats.

David Eby, (now former) leader of the NDP and deposed Premier of BC, called the election two years early when the Opposition Party (Conservatives) were in some disarray. This is a dirty trick, even for politics, which nevertheless spectacularly back-fired, although the NDP did post on X on Saturday night a congratulatory tweet to Eby for retaining his seat proving once again that the left has simply become impossible to parody (Eby won a seat and lost an election).

On “the socials” NDP supporters are, of course, struggling to cope and delivering up implausible explanations for why the NDP lost. Among people I used to know while living in BC, the most popular explanation is some kind of tortuous strangulation of voting numbers noting that less people voted for the Conservatives in 2026 than 2024 (currently 49,895 less). What is omitted from this explanation is that the NDP recorded 274,678 less votes than 2024. In other words, the NDP lost 5.5 times as many absolute voter numbers than the Conservatives.

The rise of the Conservative vote in BC, which has long been Canada’s most left leaning province is startling. In 2020, the Conservatives ran 19 candidates across 87 ridings and garnered a paltry 1.9% of the vote. Under the leadership of John Rustad (previously a Liberal MLA) from regional BC (inland northwest) the Conservatives rocketed up to garner 43% of the popular vote and 44 seats. In terms of vote share, the Conservatives were barely behind the NDP with 43% of the popular vote versus 45% for the NDP, a very thin margin on which to call an early election.

Lorne Doerkson, the new leader of the Conservatives, is similar in many respects to Rustad. He is a middle aged white guy (biologically immutable facts which are sure to raise ire if not hatred among the left). Doerkson is also from regional BC (Cariboo-Chilcotin) and was originally elected as a Liberal in 2020 before joining the Conservatives in 2024 and, like the rodeo rider he once was, he has come out of the gate fighting with commitments to reduce taxes, move from the so called “safe supply” of addictive drugs to a treatment based model, and boost energy production, among other economic and developmental goals.

This will be a shock for BC and particularly the elite professional class which like all developed nations skews highly left. Among University Professors, for example, around 90% of the staff are “progressives”. I’ve put progressive in quotation marks as there is nothing progressive about allowing people to die like vermin on the streets from drug overdoses. Under the NDP’s “harm reduction” policies (modelled on failed policies from California and Oregon), more people died from drug overdoses than Covid during the peak of the Covid years, and the leading cause of death among those aged 10 to 59 remains drug toxicity. Repeal of some of the more “progressive” drug policies – which even Eby admitted had been unsuccessful – resulted in a 21% decrease in drug deaths over two years. A significant improvement which, nevertheless, was interpreted by proponents of “harm reduction” as caused by something else, proving once again that hard data is never enough to over-come ideology. I’m not sure whether it’s ironic or evil to continue advocating for policies that cause more people to die (often young people) simply to prove yourself “empathetic,” but I strongly suspect it is the latter.

At the end of the day, public policy has to be driven by what works (preferably backed by hard data) not what makes the policy pundits feel good or what my more cynical self might call a desire to be seen to be empathetic and caring amongst one’s social group. Politically, I am neither left nor right. I believe in using all the available data (which includes a basic understanding of human nature) to make our best decisions. Decisions based on the “feels” so often have tragic consequences because emotions are transient and frequently unconnected to reality. Avi Lewis, the head of the Federal NDP, posted a typically emotional response on X where he urged “progressive organizers” to “feel all the feelings.” Unfortunately, it’s the “feelings” that resulted in a resounding failure for the NDP despite overwhelming evidence that the voter base was shifting. The time for feelings is over. Progressives need to put on their 2SLGBTQIA+ panties and focus on facts.

1The Conservative Party last had a majority government in 1928.

A Big Week

To shuck the chains of uniformity and conformity each of us must first brave the wilderness alone. Mark Twight.

On Saturday, after a very full training week I got up at 5:15 am and drank a couple of large mugs of coffee before getting on my bicycle and riding the trails up to the Mogo trig station for my volunteer shift with Sea Otter. Although I’ve ridden up there dozens of times, I wasn’t exactly sure how long it took so the previous Saturday I’d ridden up and timed myself: 58 minutes (including faffing around in the garage but all my times include faffing around in the garage) going via the trails from Curtis Road. On Saturday, I was whipped so I took a short cut which didn’t decrease the elevation gain but did reduce the riding by 1 or 1.5 kilometres. It still took me almost an hour (57 minutes including the garage faffing) and it felt hard. I think my heart rate was just as pegged as the previous day.

On Friday, Doug and I had done the second downwinder of the week with Quick Nick and, although it was windier and the waves better developed it was hard work, and my heart rate was pegged at maximum on the return trip. I wouldn’t normally plan two high intensity days like that in a heavy training week but the purpose of training is to do fun and challenging stuff not just get better at training, so when the night before text came from Quick Nick, it was easy to say “I’m in.”

On Thursday, I had done one of my standby hills trails – about 600 metres gain in the 12 kilometre return trip. Not ideal, but only a half hour drive and the hills are steep enough to constitute a reasonable workout. I stayed a nose breathing pace the entire way as Tuesday was an upwind/downwind run and on Monday we had racked up 1000 metres gain in 20 kilometres on Mount Gulaga. Gulaga is only about 700 metres gain from Tilba so we also walked down and back up the northerly route (a steep fire trail) to bump the elevation gain up to 1000 metres. One thousand metres gain used to be our ski-touring minimum when we lived in the West Kootenay. While in Australia, I have to go up and down and up and down to get 1000 metres.

On top of all of this was my weight training sessions and climbing on our home climbing wall. It was a helluva week and come time to ride home on Saturday from my Sea Otter shift I was feeling pretty weary. Getting back from the Trig after my shift ended involved more up and down than I had anticipated as so many trails were closed for racing but I finally found myself at the top of Devil is the Temptor and I bombed back home. There had been an accident (there’s always a crash) and racing had been suspended while the victim was cleared which meant I could sneak up a couple of the race trails.

The riders seemed to really enjoy the trails whether or not they were racing which was really awesome to see. I’ve got a bit of home town pride about our 125 kilometres of trail. There is definitely a sex divide in mountain bike racing at least in the Enduro series which includes a lot of black descents. There was about 80 male participants versus 10 female riders. Make of that what you will.

The Boys Are Back in Town: Upwind Downwind

Guess who just got back today

Them wild-eyed boys that had been away

Thin Lizzy. The Boys Are Back in Town.

It feels like a couple of years since we’ve regularly paddled with Quick Nick. Used to be, when the summer northeasterlies were blowing, a text would arrive at 8:00 pm the night before suggesting a 1:00 or 2:00 pm start the next day to paddle from our home beach across the Bay to North Head. By this time in the afternoon, the wind was at it’s acme, and the 6 or 7 kilometres to North Head would take well over an hour as our kayaks got airborne over steep wind waves which we hit within 100 metres of leaving the beach. If we were going well with a 20+ knot tailwind, we might reach our home bay in around 40 minutes or occasionally, even less on the downwind leg, although neither the outward nor the inward journey were without significant effort.

The summer northeasterlies are back, and, after Doug and Nick had an epic run on the weekend I was in Canberra, I was keen to get back out there for the summer huck-a-lung contest (which I never win). I invited Robbie and Rae, but only Robbie attended, admitting later that he wasn’t sure what a “downwinder” entailed but he is always happily up for an adventure.

I had set the departure time at noon, but both Doug and Nick suggested an earlier meeting time. In a strange way, I’ve always enjoyed the hard work of plugging across the Bay into a stiff wind. There’s something reassuring about knowing that if you keep your mind under control - and it’s always your mind not your body whichwants to stop - you can reach your destination. But I relented, and suggested we depart at 10:30 am instead. Leaving our Bay, the wind was only about 15 knots but it built as we headed northeast. Robbie had drifted far north across the Bay. I assumed he was in a futile search for shelter but no such cover from the wind exists and our strategy has always been just to paddle directly into the wind.

We considered having a quick stop on North Head Beach but didn’t (we should have). I felt warmed up from the paddle over and didn’t want to break the rhythm of paddling but a half hour delay would have allowed the wind and following sea to build a bit higher. From North Head we paddled out until we would have a direct line back to our bay. Nick gave Robbie directions on what to aim for, demonstrating that some people are just good leaders whether or not the group has a designated leader. Starting off, the three of us in plumb bow kayaks and knowing the drill which is essentially paddle as if you are being pursued by a hungry great white shark, Robbie was quickly at the back of the pack. With a bit of wobbling, the sea was pretty big and steep off North Head, Robbie got his sail up and, with paddling he moved from the back of the pack to the front of the pod.

As usual, I brought up the rear. There is simply no way I can compete with men who are bigger and stronger than me (younger too) but I’ve been a female in male dominated sports my entire life and you learn that whining is pointless and the only thing that will give you an advantage is tenacity and hard work. We were 43 minutes back to the Bay. I caught some good waves, the few seconds of rest I got as the kayak surged ahead on a good runner felt like extra oxygen on Everest. Robbie had fun and expressed an interest in coming again, and Doug and Nick, to my surprise, found the waves challenging to catch. Puffing along at the back, it always seems to me that Doug and Nick, who get rests while they wait for me, aren’t working that hard, so it’s always a slight boon to find out that they were working too. According to my Garmin watch, I spent about an hour and a half at either threshold (zone 4) or above (zone 5). I’m not sure I’ve ever accomplished that before!

Didthul and The Base

Training for mountains and big elevation gain when you don’t live near any mountains has always been a challenge. Some people resort to inclined treadmills, some to step-ups or weighted step-ups, others to hill repeats on whatever small hill is readily available, or if you live in a tall apartment block, going up and down the stairs is a reasonable but not perfect proxy. I’ve done the latter, when I lived in Calgary almost forty years ago. It was boring, a bit smelly and slightly creepy in a 1970’s horror flick kind of way. There’s nothing really scary happening but you always feel it could. Calgary, of course, has access to real mountains if you can drive an hour or more each way, but, when you are trying to find elevation in the middle of the work week, Calgary is dispiritingly flat.

Treadmills are a poor proxy. Most can only be jacked to about 15 degrees which isn’t steep at all, the belt moves under you which makes the movement easier, and mountains do not have handily smooth and even surfaces. Step ups suffer from the same problems – the height is uniform, the platform smooth and instead of stepping down forwards you step down backwards and yet no-one walks down a mountain backwards. I should say, almost no-one because on a trip to the New Denver Glacier to climb three peaks (Mount Denver, Iron and English Peaks) in 2011 a young woman with rheumatoid arthritis who had joined us walked down the trail backwards at the end of the trip because her knees were so painful.

Small hills do not replicate long hills because if you only have to gain and lose 150, 200 or even 300 metres of elevation gain at a time, the legs get a rest from either the up or the down every half to one hour. That also does not replicate long mountain days where you gain and lose 1,500 metres or more of elevation all in one go. The best we flat-landers can do is make do with what we have close by.

Last time I was training for elevation gain was 2018 before we went back to Canada for five months in 2019. I had a spreadsheet where I calculated the elevation gain against the drive time so I could identify the best local (within about an hour) hills to gain elevation. All of them were on fire trails as we don’t have any trails within an hour that have decent elevation gain. Fire trails are dull to walk up and down but so are trails once you’ve done them a time or two. But, as Mike Tysen said “discipline is doing what you hate to do, but none the less doing it like you love it.”

A bit over an hour of driving for me, is the Didthul (Pigeon House) Mountain trail which gains about 500 metres in around 5 or 6 kilometres. That’s still not that steep, and the trail, because it is so popular, is over-engineered so it’s not good training for rough surfaces but it is a trail and not a fire road and there is a good view at the top. I’ve been up Didthul four times now. Once was a long, long time ago with my Mum, once was in 2016 before the trail had been upgraded to its current highway status, and once, in 2021, we walked up from north on a very old trail which was heavily overgrown after the bushfires.

In 2016, we walked up and down Didthul in two hours – 1:15 up and 45 minutes down – on the old and perfectly good trail. This time we got to the lookout at the top in 1:25 which is not bad given a decade has passed and the trail is longer now as it is has such an easy gradient on the lower part. If you’ve been up Didthul before, you know that there is a couple of hundred metres of elevation gain and then about a kilometre of flat plateau before the final 300 metres to the top – all of which is very sturdy steps now. We did the top part twice so our elevation gain for the day was close to 800 metres. My legs were getting sore from the eccentric loading on the last set of stairs – which is the reason I search out elevation gain – but it was my feet which were most sore. I made the mistake of wearing a pair of Keen hiking boots someone had given me and the soles were thin and soft.

That is the first week of my base period done. Garmin – which gets many things wrong (my elevation gain on my surf day at Cullendulla was 762 metres!) had my kilometres at 78 (0.49) for the week over 13 hours (but that doesn’t include strength or climbing wall training).

Surf Surprises

Summer is the time for surf kayaking and down-winders, this morning I had no expectation of either, but I found myself catching a series of small but very fun waves near Square Head at Cullendulla. Last Saturday, we paddled over to the Batemans Bay bar expecting some good rides only to find that despite an outgoing tide (with a rapid current running), the bar was more like a tidal rapid than a nice series of green waves we could catch. Today, as I wandered north past Snapper Island and over to Square Head, I noticed a nice little wave coming into the mouth of Cullendulla Creek. I kept going and paddled past Hawks Nest Headland thinking I would catch a wave of two on the way back if the waves were still good.

Although the tide was rising, the waves were surprisingly good and I was catching runs that were over 300 metres long! It’s hard to predict when the main bar on the Clyde River or this little bar at the mouth of Cullendulla Creek will be good. Cullendulla normally needs a big southeasterly swell to be good – 4 or 5 metres on the Batemans Bay wave buoy and a tide that is not too high. The Batemans Bay bar is more forgiving, you can often find good waves with as little as two metres on the Batemans Bay wave buoy especially if the swell is easterly. A falling tide helps stand the waves up and makes the paddle back out easier but we have had good sessions with a rising tides as the waves sometimes stay greener for longer.

If the conditions are right, the Cullendulla bar is excellent for beginners. The waves are generally widely spaced and even. A capsize is easily managed even if the paddler cannot roll. The Batemans Bay bar can be more challenging for less competent paddlers as there are often (almost always) many lines of breaking waves. This means you can have really long rides (up to half a kilometre) by jumping from one wave to another but a capsize can also be much more challenging to manage if the paddler cannot roll. 

One of my kayaking friends who came out of her kayak on the Batemans Bay bar had a terrible time being battered in the surf before she was finally extricated. On the other hand, we’ve had a few capsizes which were easy to manage even though the paddler could not roll or missed their roll. My nephew came out on the Cullendulla bar on a day when the Batemans Bay bar was recording a four metre swell, but he is young and agile and had leapt back in his boat before either Doug or I got to him. I’ve never swum on either bar but it’s probably just a matter of time until I get dumped on the Batemans Bay bar.

Laughter is the Best Medicine

The world has, of course, been breathlessly waiting to hear from Australia’s  Hannah Ferguson of Cheek Media about the Saturday Night Live (SNL) skit featuring Shane Gillis who, if anyone had bothered to watch the entire set would know was not about women dressing as whores at the gym but was, in fact, about the travails of being fat and out of shape. Why Hannah, who is planning to contest Anthony Albenese’s Grayndler seat feels compelled to tell us why the skit was not funny – spoiler alert, lots of people laughed, many of whom were women (or whatever the “progressives” are calling women now) – is not clear to me. Surely there are more important feminist issues than a two minute monologue on an American late night TV show that ceased to be funny or even relevant a decade ago when they became obsessed with Donald Trump. For example, in the last week we have found out that an Aboriginal leader who sexually abused four children over six years had his sentence reduced because he had made “commendable efforts to keep his culture alive.” In the ACT, a 16 year old immigrant rapist got a suspended sentence (no jail time) because, apparently, he had “limited insight” into Australian norms. Another young girl was allegedly beaten to death in the one of the remote communities… and on it goes. Australia has no shortage of real feminist issues that need addressing.

The irony, of course, is that for the last two decades the progressives have been telling us that “sex work is work,” and Only Fans is a good way for women to make a little extra money on the side (“my body, my choice”). If sex work is work, why is Hannah and the hive mind female progressive movement offended by someone saying women dress like prostitutes in the gym? Is this not analogous to being offended for dressing like, for example, a nuclear scientist in the gym? Is it possible that the progressives who believe in the dignity of sex work actually, at least in a corner of their mind, recognize that for many of the women (and men) involved in sex work the work is driven by desperation not aspiration? After all, how many progressive women, such as the inimitable Jane Caro, have brought their daughters up to aspire to sex work? The number of parents who truly want their children to become sex workers is approximately zero (or perhaps one as no doubt Bonnie Blue would allegedly love for her child to follow her into the “industry”).

Hannah is a “progressive woman who loves comedy,” - this is funny in itself – but, then she goes onto explain that “good comedians find landmines in conversation, they find pressure points in society and then they hand hold their audience and guide them through the territory that is often unsafe.” This is a mistake that is easy to make, people often confuse kindergarten with comedy. Of course, I am joking. Comedy exists to make you feel uncomfortable and to relieve that discomfort with laughter. Adults, who are not so emotionally incontinent that they are making TikTok videos where they weep into the camera every five minutes because someone made a joke they don’t like, do not need “their hands held.” Save that for five year old children crossing a busy highway.

Of course, none of this is about the comedy, because if you don’t find it funny you can just switch it off. It is about the thirst for power and control that has infested the interconnected and collective hive mind virus. They move as a mass from one target to another, somehow knowing exactly when (perhaps they follow Cheek Media), it is time to remove the Ukrainian flag from your bio and install the Russian flag. Although, the latest (unfounded) accusation by the new Prime Minister of the UK, Andy Burnham, that Brexit was a Russian plot, is going to be difficult to reconcile.

If you have a sense of humor and want a laugh to relieve your despair at the state of a justice system that sends violent male offenders back into society to offend again while prominent feminists take up the airwaves talking about comedy, I suggest you scan some of the X rebuttals to the skit. They are truly hilarious.

Weeks Five and Six: Transition into Training

The plan for week five was to hold training constant at a 10% increase from the previous week. Instead, I did 13 hours on my feet – oopsie. I was in the ACT for a few days and had the opportunity to do some walks I had not previously done before. Because I was in the ACT for five days, I only got in two strength session so I deloaded on strength and uploaded on endurance. Not a bad plan really.

Week six was my official deload week but I plugged in four strength sessions because of the two missed sessions the previous week. On foot volume was drastically reduced (the basic idea is to cut 50%) to just over three hours. The week finished strong so next week I move out of the transition phase into base training and begin a steady increase in volume and elevation gain.