Today the weather is offically starting to turn. We've been blessed with lots of rain this summer...now the wind starts to pick up. So after aclimatizing yourself to tide charts and rain gear the wind starts to blow. We shall see what the fall brings. I have never been so in tune with the outdoors before. One's activities are planned with one look out the window. Even if conditions are not ideal for your chosen activity one must find the courage to venture out into the climate, as it is.
We just returned from a camping trip out in Rennel Sound. Another inlet further inland. The road there is littered with pot holes and the debris of fallen trees from the logging industry. There were no other souls to be found on this road...its a long weekend who doesn't go camping into one of God's finest masterpieces? Its a two hour drive into Rennel from Queen Charlotte city. Once you arrive you head out to Bonanza beach, a five minute hike down a winding path leads you out to the beach. Nothing but the sound of waves breaking on the shore. The day is misty like most others here and the scene is filled with cedars and spruce. This is a younger forest so there is dense low growing Salal bushes everywhere. Camp is set up and the challenge is to find a way to make a fire out of wet kindling...I am quite proud of my mad fire making skills.
Thank you Camps with Meaning.
The evening is enjoyed around my awesome fire, stories are shared, a few laughs are had. John's addition of the disco ball added a nice ambience, small lights littering our fire pit! Nothing like a bit of disco in the secluded forest. The night was spent restlessly as I have a constant fear of the bear like peril! Once again I have survived. Thank you to the universe for another safe and glorious journey. Onward to many more I hope!
