Finally I am posting the photos of my camping/cycling trip. It seems so long ago that I was staring out at a crystal clear blue, green ocean with starfish clinging to rocks. The heat of the day with the soft moss under our feet is now a fleeting memory as the days get cooler. Such is summer; that glorious time of year which vanishes swiftly, vapor-like as it wafts by mingling with fresh smells of Autumn.
We spent two days at Porpoise Bay enjoying the estuary, the town of Sechelt and the sun.
After a few days at Porpoise Bay, where we felt the peace disturbed by a city that had followed us there with its noise and boisterous crowds, we decided to leave for a more remote location. So we stocked up on water, since Smuggler's Cove did not have any running water, and began our journey starting with a killer hill. We conquered the hill with shaky legs and coasted all the way down to the Cove in under 2 1/2 hours.
To get to the campsites, we hiked about 1.5kms in. There was no way we could ride our bikes there as the trail was full of people and rough terrain. There were a few black swamps with boardwalks to get across and at one point, we tried riding across. The boardwalks are narrow and only had railings on one side. So as I was riding across, my handlebar touched the side railing and my bike ricocheted off the railing and I nearly fell into the swamp...gear and all! After that, I walked my bike across those boardwalks.
When we reached came to the campsite area, of which consisted of three spots, we saw the cove where all the smuggling of rum happened over 100 years ago.
Smuggler's Cove has a seedy past. Now it's a marine park and enjoyed by day hikers and campers like us.
Excited about our adventure we pitched our tent in the furthest campsite from the trail.
Once set up, we followed a trail behind our campsite and saw hundreds of tent-like webs cradled in the trees.
At the end of the trail, it opened up to an azure paradise, replete with starfish, moss and arbutus trees. Stunned, we sat in silence, soaking up the glory of the cove.
Oh how I wish I was there again!!
Onto the animals at night part. So our first day there we heard some loud sounds coming from the bushes. My heart literally stopped as I thought a bear would come crashing through the bush. It wasn't a bear, it was some squirrel dropping it's nuts from the treetops. Or so we thought. The squirrels there are really tiny, and these sounds were quite loud and too large for a tiny squirrel to make. Throughout the day, we heard more odd sounds...like something was gnawing on skulls and making weird wheezing, gurgle sounds. That night, I slept like a log. The advils helped with that. My husband, however, didn't. He told me in the wee hours of the morning that something was circling our tent! EEK! What the heck could it be? That night, after being bitten to pieces by the bloody mosquitoes...they ate me but not him! BAST***S is what I called them, I was lying down with my book when I heard a thump jump from the log near our tent close to our tent. It definitely WAS NOT a squirrel. I stopped breathing. Literally. I wanted to hear what it was. We heard something pitter-patter over our tarp beside the tent. Then it went to our kitchen area and our pots rattled a bit. Hmmm. My hubby pulled out his harmonica and started playing it frantically. Our thoughts were that the noise would scare whatever it was away. Well, a few minutes later, something touched my foot. I SCREAMED!! So loudly I swear people in Vancouver could hear. My hubby said "Talk to me! Talk to me!!" I said quietly "Something touched my foot!" Out came the harmonica again and our axe and knife. LOL! Like that would help us win a fight with a bear! It definitely wasn't a bear because bears don't touch feet lightly or pitter patter over tarps. All night this animal circled our tent and my hubby said that it touched his head at times. EEK! Luckily, it was our last night there since we ran out of water. So not to leave you all in suspense, we figured out about a week ago that the animal was.....wait for it............
A PORCUPINE!!!
They do gnaw on bones and sound like a kazoo!! Thankfully that's all it was.
Okay, back to the Cove. We left bright and early in the morning. As we passed the swamp, beautiful kingfishers swooped and chased each other in the morning sunlight. It was magical. No photo could capture that beauty.
It was heavenly and quite the adventure. I don't know if I will camp over night there again. My mom forbids it! My hubby thinks that he can save us from a bear...so silly. Anyways, we ventured back to Porpoise Bay for our final few days. The weekend was noisy and more crowded than before. The 200 cyclists came and took over the campground. Thankfully Sunday they left and we had a peaceful anniversary floating in the Bay and eating clams. I've never had fresh clams before and I have to say there were the yummiest shellfish I have eaten yet!!
Thank you for getting this far. It actually was nice taking the time to write about our trip as it transported me back there for a time. Tomorrow I'm off to school to set up my classroom and get things organized. I have a lot of crafty photos to show you all but I may leave that for another day. I noticed that my 3rd Blogoversary is coming up September 12th but that's a bad time for me as it's a hectic time for teachers. I'm really not sure what I want to do. I know that I will have 3 prizes, but what those will be...who knows.
Hugs to you all and thank you for visiting!!
Anne
We spent two days at Porpoise Bay enjoying the estuary, the town of Sechelt and the sun.
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| A jelly fish reflecting the sun |
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| A view of the Bay at the estuary early in the morning |
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| Beautiful water-smoothed rocks in Sechelt |
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| Beware the bears!! |
When we reached came to the campsite area, of which consisted of three spots, we saw the cove where all the smuggling of rum happened over 100 years ago.
Smuggler's Cove has a seedy past. Now it's a marine park and enjoyed by day hikers and campers like us.
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| Larry Kelly charged Chinese labourers $100 to smuggle them in the US. |
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| Our little home away from home |
At the end of the trail, it opened up to an azure paradise, replete with starfish, moss and arbutus trees. Stunned, we sat in silence, soaking up the glory of the cove.
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| Coming up to Paradise |
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| Rocky crags |
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| Hundreds of starfish huddling together waiting for the tide to come in |
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| Our mossy seats for two days |
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| Arbutus tree |
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| The only deciduous tree that sheds it's bark and keeps it's leaves |
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| Ignore me...look at that water!! |
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| Beautiful forest moss |
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| Close up of the moss |
Onto the animals at night part. So our first day there we heard some loud sounds coming from the bushes. My heart literally stopped as I thought a bear would come crashing through the bush. It wasn't a bear, it was some squirrel dropping it's nuts from the treetops. Or so we thought. The squirrels there are really tiny, and these sounds were quite loud and too large for a tiny squirrel to make. Throughout the day, we heard more odd sounds...like something was gnawing on skulls and making weird wheezing, gurgle sounds. That night, I slept like a log. The advils helped with that. My husband, however, didn't. He told me in the wee hours of the morning that something was circling our tent! EEK! What the heck could it be? That night, after being bitten to pieces by the bloody mosquitoes...they ate me but not him! BAST***S is what I called them, I was lying down with my book when I heard a thump jump from the log near our tent close to our tent. It definitely WAS NOT a squirrel. I stopped breathing. Literally. I wanted to hear what it was. We heard something pitter-patter over our tarp beside the tent. Then it went to our kitchen area and our pots rattled a bit. Hmmm. My hubby pulled out his harmonica and started playing it frantically. Our thoughts were that the noise would scare whatever it was away. Well, a few minutes later, something touched my foot. I SCREAMED!! So loudly I swear people in Vancouver could hear. My hubby said "Talk to me! Talk to me!!" I said quietly "Something touched my foot!" Out came the harmonica again and our axe and knife. LOL! Like that would help us win a fight with a bear! It definitely wasn't a bear because bears don't touch feet lightly or pitter patter over tarps. All night this animal circled our tent and my hubby said that it touched his head at times. EEK! Luckily, it was our last night there since we ran out of water. So not to leave you all in suspense, we figured out about a week ago that the animal was.....wait for it............
A PORCUPINE!!!
They do gnaw on bones and sound like a kazoo!! Thankfully that's all it was.
Okay, back to the Cove. We left bright and early in the morning. As we passed the swamp, beautiful kingfishers swooped and chased each other in the morning sunlight. It was magical. No photo could capture that beauty.
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| The morning sun |
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| This photo was taken the night before. |
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| Blinding sun |
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| the dead trees |
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| The coolest bright green algae in the black swamp waters |
It was heavenly and quite the adventure. I don't know if I will camp over night there again. My mom forbids it! My hubby thinks that he can save us from a bear...so silly. Anyways, we ventured back to Porpoise Bay for our final few days. The weekend was noisy and more crowded than before. The 200 cyclists came and took over the campground. Thankfully Sunday they left and we had a peaceful anniversary floating in the Bay and eating clams. I've never had fresh clams before and I have to say there were the yummiest shellfish I have eaten yet!!
Thank you for getting this far. It actually was nice taking the time to write about our trip as it transported me back there for a time. Tomorrow I'm off to school to set up my classroom and get things organized. I have a lot of crafty photos to show you all but I may leave that for another day. I noticed that my 3rd Blogoversary is coming up September 12th but that's a bad time for me as it's a hectic time for teachers. I'm really not sure what I want to do. I know that I will have 3 prizes, but what those will be...who knows.
Hugs to you all and thank you for visiting!!
Anne
