After only one night in my own bed it was time to get ready for my camping adventure. I had to collect my camping gear from around the house, run around Squamish for the rest of my supplies and then drive up to Pemberton to meet with the crew. These tasks at first seemed easily done, that is until I received all the calls to pick up items needed from the rest of the group. It wasn’t until 5pm that I started my way to the meeting place.
When I arrived in Pemberton I was greeted with smiles and hugs from friends whom I had not seen in a long while, some even years. The weather was a bit cloudy but I was excited to see Crispin in good spirits. We all rallied together to form the convoy traveling to the camping destination, Birkinhead Lake.
I had already been to this camping spot a couple of summers ago, so I was familiar with the set up. There was a provincial camping park at the end of the 12km road, but there was also a sweet private campsite half way in. I suggested this spot for our group as to not disturb other campers in the area. After a brief reconnaissance from the group it was decided we would camp there.
We all quickly set up camp; I was sleeping in my SUV because I did not trust the BC weather and knew my luck was not the best with camping, and then started making dinner. I love eating out in the woods with a bunch of friends, it’s such a raw experience. Good meals always seem better when catching up with old colleagues.
The group ate and drank into the late hours of the night. Over to the north of our campsite we could see the eerie orange glow from the forest burning. It was our only glimpse of fire for the weekend because of the extreme fire ban in the area. We substituted our campfire for a bright LED lantern, not quite as exciting but understandable. Then it started to rain.
Thank goodness I had the comfort of my vehicle, it rained all night. Some were so soaked they left in the morning due to a poor fly over their tent. The rest of us were troopers lasting up until 4pm; when finally, after raining all day, I was the one who said “Maybe sushi is better”. I watched Crispin’s ears perk up as the idea sank in, we all agreed.
With the same efficiency we rolled in by we rolled out. By 6 we were at a warm dry table, back to civilization and wolfing down sushi. It was a short but very sweet time out in the bush. I was so happy to see Crispin enjoyed my birthday gift of snowmobile oil and the Sheppard Faiery card case.
I got home, unpacked and slipped into a hot bath. I was chilled to the bone and needed the warmth. Last night I slept as hard as I did the first night back from my Oregon trip. When I woke up this morning I was so grateful to be home and eager to get to my tasks at hand before I head down to New Zealand. Now, after this blog entry is done I get to go to the gym, go grocery shopping and finally work on some business stuff. I may not have a regular job but believe me, my career is still work. Still it’s the best damn work and I really enjoy doing it.
When I arrived in Pemberton I was greeted with smiles and hugs from friends whom I had not seen in a long while, some even years. The weather was a bit cloudy but I was excited to see Crispin in good spirits. We all rallied together to form the convoy traveling to the camping destination, Birkinhead Lake.
I had already been to this camping spot a couple of summers ago, so I was familiar with the set up. There was a provincial camping park at the end of the 12km road, but there was also a sweet private campsite half way in. I suggested this spot for our group as to not disturb other campers in the area. After a brief reconnaissance from the group it was decided we would camp there.
We all quickly set up camp; I was sleeping in my SUV because I did not trust the BC weather and knew my luck was not the best with camping, and then started making dinner. I love eating out in the woods with a bunch of friends, it’s such a raw experience. Good meals always seem better when catching up with old colleagues.
The group ate and drank into the late hours of the night. Over to the north of our campsite we could see the eerie orange glow from the forest burning. It was our only glimpse of fire for the weekend because of the extreme fire ban in the area. We substituted our campfire for a bright LED lantern, not quite as exciting but understandable. Then it started to rain.
Thank goodness I had the comfort of my vehicle, it rained all night. Some were so soaked they left in the morning due to a poor fly over their tent. The rest of us were troopers lasting up until 4pm; when finally, after raining all day, I was the one who said “Maybe sushi is better”. I watched Crispin’s ears perk up as the idea sank in, we all agreed.
With the same efficiency we rolled in by we rolled out. By 6 we were at a warm dry table, back to civilization and wolfing down sushi. It was a short but very sweet time out in the bush. I was so happy to see Crispin enjoyed my birthday gift of snowmobile oil and the Sheppard Faiery card case.
I got home, unpacked and slipped into a hot bath. I was chilled to the bone and needed the warmth. Last night I slept as hard as I did the first night back from my Oregon trip. When I woke up this morning I was so grateful to be home and eager to get to my tasks at hand before I head down to New Zealand. Now, after this blog entry is done I get to go to the gym, go grocery shopping and finally work on some business stuff. I may not have a regular job but believe me, my career is still work. Still it’s the best damn work and I really enjoy doing it.
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