Lacerated by Latitude

Moments after this shot was taken my hands were choked with blood in a courageous yet unsuccessful attempt to scale the sign for some colourful footage, as splinters came out of the woodwork. My excuse was written well in advance, hungover from an eve of draught, doobies and dubious karaoke in Tofino's only watering hole. Incidently, this locale is approximately midway between Tofino and Ucluelet.