Waiting for the ferry at Tsawwassen |
Tom and Grant on the ferry to Swartz Bay. |
Tom making notes for the trip. |
We followed Highway 14 to Port Renfrew. |
Port Renfrew marina. |
If you're not fishing at Port Renfrew, you're thinking about fishing... |
The only fuel in Port Renfrew was at the marina. |
Important information at the marina office, which seemed to be the center of the town's business. |
Headed to Lake Cowichan. |
End of the road. |
This area is mostly private lumber company land. |
A quick stop for dinner in Lake Cowichan. |
Moon rise over our camping spot for the night. |
We were able to drive on the rocky beach and pop the tops right there. |
Tom enjoying the quiet morning. |
The morning overcast soon burned off and it was a perfect temperature. |
Previous campers had provided the basics... |
The lake appeared to be very deep right near the beach. |
The road access to the beach was partly on a gravel creek bed. |
Tom's van crossing the creek. |
The remains of a bridge next to where the road now fords the creek. |
Looking across the lake. The beach we camped on can be seen at the far end. |
We headed to Nitinat next. |
Nitinat Lake. |
Another long drive got us to Bamfield. |
Bamfield is another fishing town. |
The campground at Bamfield was close to the beach and had nice old trees. |
Cindy loaded up her brat for dinner with lots of extras... |
...while Tom kept his simple. |
Grant and I had steaks for dinner that night. |
A panorama of the beach behind our camp spot. |
Driftwood on the beach. |
What appeared to be part of an old ship was on the beach. |
Driftwood on the beach with nature reclaiming it. |
The campground is operated by the local tribe. |
The gas station at Bamfield was also at a marina. |
Fishing boats at Bamfield, BC. |
Old building at the docks of Bamfield. |
We took turns being the trailing van as the roads were very dusty. |
One of the places Tom had heard of was Looper Canyon. |
Clear river water over rocks. |
Wild berries. |
We had to catch the ferry back to the mainland Monday evening. |
On the lower deck of the ferry, headed for home. |
Good memories and lots of dust remain from the trip. |