No, not literally. We left Rock n Ocean on Thursday after a wonderful week of cruising with our friends Doug and Debbie. Thank you two for hosting us on your boat and sharing all your boating tips, tricks and insights!

Our last evening on Rock n Ocean at port in Campbell River.

I should have done another post, but service was so spotty. Maybe a wrap up post to come with highlights….

We did celebrate Jim’s birthday with a nice dinner in Campbell River.

As for being grounded, sitting in our campsite at Falls River Provencal Park, I felt so, well grounded. I have known for many, many years that being in the “wilds”, mountains and trees around me is my sanctuary. Does not mean I can’t enjoy other things, but, the woods and mountains gives me strength and calm.

Only a slug, but they are so cool! I don’t have them in my garden so I can like them.

We had spent the day after leaving the boat doing laundry, buying groceries, getting money and wine and replacing the T and P valve that decided to fail after we got situated in camp (damn!), than getting the hot water heater to relight by pulling the panel on the stove hood and jumping the glitchy switch. A nagging problem we had when living in the camper during the remodel that had “self corrected” itself, not! Oh, I forgot we also had lunch as Crabby Bob’s on the docks (a wonderful bowl of seafood chowder) and the purchase of fish for grilled salmon, fish tacos (using ling cod) and smoked salmon for a creamy pasta with capers and dill. (we do like to eat well!) We had a wonderful dinner of fresh pink salmon with lemon and dill, salad and grilled baby green beans with garlic. Ah. Finally. Then, a walk by flashlight on the Beaver Lake Trail around the campground.

The beaver pond at sunset.

Yesterday we headed out straight west from Campbell River towards the west side of Vancouver Island, through the isolated mountains. We stopped along the Campbell River and chatted with locals about the salmon run. Just starting to run, first pinks (least interesting salmon, eat them fresh), then Coho and Chinook. Maybe when we come back through there will be more running.

Lots of fishermen on the Campbell River, but not many fish being caught, or running yet.

Headed on to the suspension bridge and falls on the Campbell River. A very pretty spot and some nice walking.

The suspension bridge provided a great view of the gorge and the falls.

And the fall

We spent the night in Gold River. This town is on a very long fjord that heads down to the Pacific on the west coast of Vancouver Island. Amazingly, the salmon come all the way up here to spawn. They await the rains and spawn in the gravel between the bigger rocks.

The waters were so clear. The gray gravel is natural, although in many places they are rebuilding spawning grounds.

The mountains are amazingly tall and rugged through the mid and upper island. They are heavily logged, but very isolated. Pretty scenery, but not really much set up for tourists. Little campgrounds, mostly geared for fishing, although some spots have good foot trails and kayaking.

We stopped at the Upana Caves, a series of limestone and marble caves that can be explored at your level of willingness.

Jim contemplates one of the caves.

The Upana River runs through this cave which has some beautiful marble walls.

Beautiful pools and moss outside the cave.

Today we headed to another town, Tahsis, at the top of Nootka Sound, a third fjord. This tiny town which they call the birthplace of British Columbia as it is near here at the mouth of Nootka Sound that the British and Spanish can to agreement over ownership of Vancouver Island in 1792. Small town, friendly with incredibly beautiful scenery.

Nootoka Sound from the Tahsis public dock.

Tomorrow, off on more logging roads (the loggers are on strike so no truck traffic), headed on a loop route back to Campbell River.

The mushrooms are rather plentiful although I just take their pictures.


Grounded — 1 Comment

  1. yeah-LOL, while I knew connectivity would be poor I still missed your posts. Vancouver Island sounds as beautiful as ever. Wonderful no logging trucks-though a strike means someone is maybe not doing OK