Sunday, November 8, 2015

Out In The Wild

Rules
I glance over at a dog taking a dump on the grass while the owner makes no effort to retrieve the pet waste. 

"Some folks think they're out in the wild when it comes to cleaning up after their pets," Frank says.

I nod my head in agreement.

This morning, we are at the Buckley Bay Road Rest Area, a hidden gem between Highway 19 and Highway 19A. It is well maintained and has plenty of rules governing it. For example, we stayed the full night in Big White across from the sign which stated the 6-hour restriction. In the precious morning hours of Sunday, November 8, we boiled some coffee and took a saunter over the gravel path to the viewpoint. 

Our point of view is that we full-time RVers are a clean lot, in general. Although, there were a few bits of trash strewn around, the lookout benches were tag-free.

Sweet flowers curbside
Along the path, we stopped to admire a few flowers curbside still in bloom, hanging on to the last bit of the fall season. Nearby, a magnificent large-leaved tree showed off small fruit which hung precariously, nearly ready to release their grip and fall to the ground.
Fruit-bearing tree
Among the precious flora and fauna, stood a man-made metal lamppost covered in man-made graffiti, and a rock just outside the outhouses was altered with a silhouette of a person.

Mystery message



Mystery silhouette
Susan on the Viewpoint path
Our sight from the point was filled with a panoramic layout of the Buckley Bay Ferry facility to Denman Island, the Strait of Georgia, and Denman Island.  Wafting over the aroma of our brewed coffee held securely in capped containers, were the fragrances of wet leaves, decaying short and long grasses, invasive plants, and tree bark. As we stood among the magnificence, we absorbed the sounds of cars motoring up Buckley Bay Road, the brash broadcast telling of the ferry about to depart and a few voices wafting up the hillside in our direction but too low to make out what they are saying.

View of Buckley Bay Ferry Terminal
Our destination today is the library in Courtenay, located a memorable twenty-minute drive north of Buckley Bay. With earplugs in place, we sit among the chatters and absorb whatever we are reading, writing or exploring on the Internet. We highly recommend that you get a library card throughout your travels. The facilities are a clean and safe environment with well-maintained washrooms and kind folks at the front desk.

Tip No. 2: Don’t lug stuff you’re not going to use.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Day One - 13 To Go!

Big White at Robert's Lake Rest Area
It started today. November 1st, 2015, is the first day of our adventure on the road until we lock into our next house sitting gig, fourteen days from now. I’m writing under a glaring lamp filled with tiny LED bulbs fastened directly above our large crib board which also serves as our eating centre, a laptop computer station and a wonderful flat space when we need to set something down.

“This is it!” Frank says. “Our new lifestyle begins today.”

We clink our coffee cups to commemorate the day.

Moving out of the apartment
Many moons ago, we formulated the idea to change our life’s program based on our purchase of a passenger bus, complete with a wheelchair lift in the back. Our twenty-three-foot motorhome is now our only home. We live in it full time. What a pleasure!
Stuff in storage
This morning includes firing up the propane heater, flipping up and securing the murphy bed, percolating coffee, and fixing a dry cereal, toast and fruit breakfast.



We’re in the honeymoon stage of our undertaking. Our daily morning ritual, so far, still consists of a hug and a kiss and gentle pleasantries. Watching the morning news on our large television screen is no longer an option; it and most of our stuff has either been sent to the auction, sold directly or passed along to family and friends.  And, now, at this isolated location on Highway 19A, north of Campbell River, we are listening to CBC on our crank radio.

Picnic table at Robert's Lake Rest Area
Workman keeps the rest spot clean
Outdoor luxuries
After breakfast, I push open the bus door and step into the wonderful world of nature. I inhale the rainforest fragrances of wet grass, punchy mushrooms, magnetic moss, steadfast evergreens and the pungent odor wafting from the nearby outhouses. My feeling of solitude is interrupted by the blast of a large logging truck rumbling past, and Frank’s nudge on my elbow as he hands me a second mug of dark roast coffee.

“Life on the road, Honey, until we can’t do it anymore. What a great idea this was,” he says. 

“Yes, it’s great,” I say.


Frank returns to Big White with our drained cups while I roam about taking photographs of our pleasant surroundings. Up the road from here, we drop in to visit a friend in Woss, and then mosey on to Port Hardy to visit family. We happily claim the freedom.

Tip No. 1: Get organized by charting how your time on the road should look and feel.