About

The initial symptoms developed in 2001; first with the appearance of a very old-fashioned, garage sale-bough, armor-plated, porro prism pair of binoculars, followed soon after by the 1983 2^nd edition of the Golden guide. Although my addiction progressed slowly, things took a turn for the worse in the fall of 2003 after my first visit to Boundary Bay during peak shorebird migration. Thereafter every high tide beckoned me to return and I was soon diagnosed a birder. The following year I became involved with the wrong crowd, one that enabled my addictive behaviors and pursuits. Every attempt at recovery since has resulted in relapse and so as a desperate last resort I have decided to inflict upon myself something so awful and unpleasant that it might once and for all rid me of my obsession: a Vancouver big year.