Foghorn, Leghorn

Although I’m not sure what – if anything – a “Leghorn” might be, I heard enough foghorns this weekend to warrant a reference to everyone’s favorite cartoon rooster. Now before you go jump to any conclusions about me finally living out my dream of captaining a tugboat manned by a salty crew of lovable misfits, rest assured there’s a simple enough reason for my weekend of being fogbound – Vancouver’s record holiday snowfall evaporated into an impenetrable mist in just enough time for me to arrive home for the MLK long weekend. The upside? Unlimited access to the world’s largest fog machine, which meant Chels and I could take some great photos during our hike through Lighthouse Park. Here’s what last weekend looked like in the greatest of Great White Norths…