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Frank the Driver |
On Wednesday, September 17, 2014, Frank and I set off on Big White. My husband refers to her as a ‘poor man’s motor home’ but I consider our 23-foot bus quite luxurious. The first part of our two-day excursion began with a 29.4 kilometre trek from Campbell River over washboard logging roads to Morton Lake Provincial Park. It’s a quiet location this time of year but is still lively with birds and small animals.
We befriended a sweet squirrel and called her ‘Scamper’. She loved our rice cakes and made several attempts to board the bus seeking other treats.
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Scamper |
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View from our Campsite |
The view from our chairs afforded us a panoramic vision of the lake, a couple fishing from their canoe, and a forest of evergreen trees. That evening, we shared stories of the great outdoors in front of a roaring fire. It was pitch black when we put our heads down on our comfortable bed.
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Toast for Breakfast |
The next morning, after breakfast by the fire, we rumbled 17.5 kilometres down a narrow path to another campground.
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Brewster Lake |
Brewster Lake Provincial Park is a hidden treasure which permeates a delightful sense of serenity. The lake is clear and laps up to a well-maintained beach. We took a casual stroll around the area and met some friendly folk.
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This Way to Loveland Bay |
Our final 15.5 kilometre jaunt along a gravel road delivered us to
Loveland Bay Provincial Park. We spread our picnic lunch on a hollow log and enjoyed fruit and granola bars at the beach. Of the thirty-one sites available six were occupied. Like the two campgrounds we’d visited earlier, this one also was well-maintained and offered the true meaning of basic camping. Larger travel homes tend to have a generator, but today none made their presence known. What a delight.
Vancouver Island boasts 52 Provincial Park campgrounds. Where else in the world would you want to be?