Camping Again.

We had a couple of nights camping last weekend. We went out to the Port Renfrew area again and drove up the logging roads to find a place with a good view. Unfortunately the place we chose could've been more level, a bit of work to get the front wheels high enough to make it usable. Super evening, walked up an adjacent logging spur taking in some karst features in the roadcut then settled back to watch the fog ebb and flow in the valley beneath us then enjoyed watching the stars in the clear night sky.

Saturday morning, just finished breakfast when Linda spots a bear coming down the hill through the logging slash. He's headed our way and has clearly seen us so we felt it prudent to break camp and locate another spot to camp. He got to within 40m of us, stopping to munch on huckleberries, before we lost sight of him behind a few small trees. Had so many bear encounters this year you'd think there'd been a population explosion. After packing around an airhorn for the last 25 years and never needing it until this year when we've had to use it twice! (Saturday was not one of those occasions). You just don't know, the only predictable thing about bears is that they're unpredictable! We'd camped close to this area earlier this year when we shooed one away from cooking smells, good possibility that this was the same bruin.

So we found another fine view lower down the valley. The only visitors here were a pair of ravens, a squirrel and a Stellars Jay or two. No fog in the valley, which was good as we'd likely have been covered by it, so another good starry night on display. Great time for us again.