Friday we left town on time. Sunday we returned a day early. The reason in a word: rain.
Rain normally isn’t that bad when camping, if you are prepared for it. Unfortunately for Sue and I, we weren’t very smart in our packing. We didn’t take appropriate clothing, nor did we take enough clothing. This lead us to come home a day early. We still had a great time while there, and I ended up taking more pictures than I thought I would.
The story in full:
We left town on Friday around 10am. We headed up to Old Country Market in Coombs for lunch. We poked around there for a bit, I bought a kite, then we continued our drive.
On the drive we saw two black bears at the side of the road. Very cool, but we didn’t stop to watch or take pics. It would have been cool to get a picture, but I didn’t want to disturb them at all.
After we got to Green Point, we set up camp, then headed down to the beach for a walk. Yoshi loved it soooo much.
He would run away from us as fast as he could, but never in a straight line. He would then skid to a stop, then come bombing back to us in a straight line. It was hilarious just to watch him romp along the sand and through the ocean.
We went back to camp, made some dinner, and started our camp fire (yes they were allowed there, the campsite was even selling wood).
Saturday after breakfast, we decided to go down to the beach again. We flew the kite, and waled for a while.
We tried to do a group shot, but Yoshi wouldn’t sit still.
Long Beach is just so scenic, it is hard to take it all in.
It was pretty misty down on the beach, so we headed back to camp thoroughly soaked. Then the rain started.
It rained, and rained, and rained. Tofino took care of us when we headed in there for more clothes. We each got better socks, and I picked up a paiur of long underwear. We also stopped at the Common Loaf for a couple Hot Chocolates. Yum!
Back in the tent we were pretty cozy as we cozied up as best we could, and played Scrabble, Yahtzee, and contract rummy. The noise inside was almost deafening.
We put our wet clothes back on to go outside and cook dinner. Eww, cold, wet cotton is no fun!
Saturday night we had Yoshi sleep in the tent. He woke up sometime while it was still dark, and the poor guy was just vibrating he was so cold. Sue lifted the covers, and he readily climbed into bed, and slept solidly under the covers with us. Normally when we let him sleep with us (which very rarely) he is on top of the cover. He usually moves around so much, and tries to push us off the bed, we have to kick him out. Not Saturday night. He slept soundly, and did not move at all. He even slept in past his normal waking time. He must have been really tired, and really cold.
Sunday morning there was actually Sun peaking out!
We had already decided to head back home since everything we brought was damp, if not soaking wet. We were quite the sight while eating breakfast.
We went for one last walk on the beach, packed the truck, then headed home.
We had dinner with my mom and sister in Nanaimo, stopped at my sisters new house, then drove home. We each had Monday off, so we took the day to dry out all our gear, do a large pile of laundry, catch up on sleep, and relax a bit before going back to work.
In all, the trip was lots of fun, and I don’t regret a single second of it. I just wish I had packed a lot smarter than I did. 1 Pair of cotton pants is not enough for a place the is always wet. :grr: