What a splendid night it was last night, chatting with Les in his Garden of Paradise before a fire and almost full moon.
Erde polished off the rest of the fresh salmon Nicholas gave us, and it must have been salted because she drank almost half a gallon of water before retiring and woke me up at 3am to let her out. Again, not her fault but mine.
Woke up at 8 and got on the road at 10 to Wya camp on the west coast near a lovely little town called Ecluelet. Didn't have a chance to say goodbye to Les but i think i will take him up on his offer to camp out in his paradise again on Tuesday on my way to Victoria and the ferry back to the US on Thursday at Port Angekes. Sue will be home then, and I'll also take a photo of their wonderful black dog, Luke, which i forgot to take yesterday. I also need to retrieve my step stool, which i somehow forgot to pack, 2nd time ever i left something behind. I do not misplace anything.
The ride to Wya was a short one, about 50 miles, but perhaps the most dangerous on this trip. The road is very winding, hilling, and some very sharp curves. No opportunity for photos on the run.
Checked into Wya at 2 and had the camp all set up by 4, when we took a ride inti Ecluelet to replenish our stock, eg, muffins, roast beef for Erde, etc. Back at the camp, Erde devoured her meal without any coaxing from me. But i cannot afford this every night.
We camped here at Wya last year in a yurt, the weather was so foul. We lucked out this year...sun shining, high 60s, so we are tenting. Only tenters here, once again. I am writing this outside just as the sun went down over the Pacific. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore about 100 feet away is soporific. We have a 140 degree, partly treed view of the ocean, which is just below us down this steep hill. I took Erde for a walk on the beach, but she was not inclined this year to venture into the water. Probably the sound of the waves. Or salt water.
Tomorrow we stay out and travel up to Tolfino, 15 miles up the coast. Another quaint town. Then i'll return to camp to plan the return home trip. There are only three camps in the US i would like to revisit, one on the Olympic Peninsula, Redwood Forest National Park, and this great park in Ely Nevada (or Utah) where i never saw so many stars in my life back in 2001.
That's it.
Photos...
A big blue bird watching me write my journal at a rest stop on route 4 on the way to Wya.
Writing my journal and blog at the rest stop, courtesy of Paul Harris who stopped by to chat.
Here is how Erde helps me set up camp.
Our camp at Wya at 6:30 pm. Absolutely wonderful. What you see in the background is the Pacific, all of it. The red light on Erde is so i can always know where she is, although she wanders less this year and stays close, but not always.
Ed and Erde, On The Road
P.S. Sorry for any errors in this message or posting. The iPad spellcheck is not known for its attention to detail.
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