Easter camping.

We went out camping again over Easter and we were surprised to find abundant snow at lower elevations than we expected. In the image above (taken through a spattered windshield) you can see that the mainline logging road has been ploughed open but only vehicle wide, normally this road is about 20m across! Eventually we arrived at a locked gate where the cleared road continued but we couldn't. Darn! So we chose to spend the first evening camped along a wider area with a good view across the Gordon River valley to the snowy mountainside opposite.

We retraced our steps on Saturday morning and took the 'Circle Route' road south from Mesatchie Lake to Port Renfrew which is kept clear of snow nowadays. Some exploratory driving into the hills quickly came to nought and we figure it'll be another month before the snow is gone. So we spent Saturday afternoon and evening at the beach campsite at Port Renfrew in a perpetual drizzle sat beneath a portable gazebo we erected. It seemed pointless to light a campfire, too wet to sit around it, so we lingered until dark before retiring and hoped for the weather to improve overnight. It didn't, it got somewhat worse in fact, and we opted not to bother going to Botanical Beach for the extreme low tide on Sunday morning. Somewhat disappointed with the weatherman we left for home stopping for a coffee at Jordan River which we drank while parked by the oceanfront. A kilometer or so offshore we could see a pod of Orcas surfacing and diving, too far away for pictures though.

This years first camping trip.

An early morning view of our campsite on the beach at Port Renfrew, Vancouver Island, Sat March 21st. Pretty cold, some ice on the puddles, but the day turned out fine and sunny (just as the weatherman had predicted!). In summertime this oceanfront campground tends to fill up with a few too many rowdies for our liking but either side of summer it makes a fine destination. Only two or three other rigs were set up and they were all nicely seperate from each other.

We took a long walk east to the Deering bridge over the sloughlike area of the San Juan River and then followed the road back to the south end of the beach then north along the beach back to our camp. About seven or eight kilometers total. Watched a mink, then an otter and a seal frollicking in the water and had fun with the campgrounds' resident crow population.