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📍 Rithet’s Bog, Saanich, BC Today’s hike was slow and deliberate—4.84 km in 56 minutes, with a modest 33 meters of elevation gain. I moved anti-clockwise around Rithet’s Bog, letting the landscape unfold at its own pace. This wasn’t a training day. It was a day to notice. Tall grasses brushed my legs, birds called in the distance, and the air held that subtle wetland stillness that asks you to listen more than speak. And then—half-hidden near the trail—a single wild rose bloomed. Bright, delicate, quietly radiant against a wall of green. Moments like this don’t shout. They just ask you to stop. Rithet’s Bog may not rise or roar, but it has its own way of reaching you—through soft paths, quiet water, and an unexpected bloom that reminds you: this, too, is part of the journey.
📍 Rithet’s Bog, Saanich, BC Today’s hike was slow and deliberate—4.84 km in 56 minutes, with a modest 33 meters of elevation gain. I moved anti-clockwise around Rithet’s Bog, letting the landscape unfold at its own pace. This wasn’t a training day. It was a day to notice. Tall grasses brushed my legs, birds called in the distance, and the air held that subtle wetland stillness that asks you to listen more than speak. And then—half-hidden near the trail—a single wild rose bloomed. Bright, delicate, quietly radiant against a wall of green. Moments like this don’t shout. They just ask you to stop. Rithet’s Bog may not rise or roar, but it has its own way of reaching you—through soft paths, quiet water, and an unexpected bloom that reminds you: this, too, is part of the journey.
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📍 Rithet’s Bog, Saanich, BC Today’s hike was slow and deliberate—4.84 km in 56 minutes, with a modest 33 meters of elevation gain. I moved anti-clockwise around Rithet’s Bog, letting the landscape unfold at its own pace. This wasn’t a training day. It was a day to notice. Tall grasses brushed my legs, birds called in the distance, and the air held that subtle wetland stillness that asks you to listen more than speak. And then—half-hidden near the trail—a single wild rose bloomed. Bright, delicate, quietly radiant against a wall of green. Moments like this don’t shout. They just ask you to stop. Rithet’s Bog may not rise or roar, but it has its own way of reaching you—through soft paths, quiet water, and an unexpected bloom that reminds you: this, too, is part of the journey.
📍 Rithet’s Bog, Saanich, BC Today’s hike was slow and deliberate—4.84 km in 56 minutes, with a modest 33 meters of elevation gain. I moved anti-clockwise around Rithet’s Bog, letting the landscape unfold at its own pace. This wasn’t a training day. It was a day to notice. Tall grasses brushed my legs, birds called in the distance, and the air held that subtle wetland stillness that asks you to listen more than speak. And then—half-hidden near the trail—a single wild rose bloomed. Bright, delicate, quietly radiant against a wall of green. Moments like this don’t shout. They just ask you to stop. Rithet’s Bog may not rise or roar, but it has its own way of reaching you—through soft paths, quiet water, and an unexpected bloom that reminds you: this, too, is part of the journey.