Life's a Stitch

It seemed weird to be de-winterizing our Winnie Micro-Minnie trailer (aka the Mouse House) in August, as it normally would be a springtime activity. But we made the effort and it was so worth it, if only for a five day getaway. Campgrounds opened, in June I think, only to in-province residents and we missed the opportunity to make a reservation. The lines were overwhelmed with those who would normally be travelling farther afield and most spots were quickly claimed. Sometimes it's possible to get a spot for a night or two midweek. I lucked out and found four nights, not on the central reservation system, at Logan Lake’s municipal campground, about 3.5 hours from here. 

Camping is a relatively safe activity, Covid-wise, if you can find well spaced sites and that we did, not only at the lake, but for one night on the way home at Skihist Provincial Park in Lytton. 

Logan Lake is stocked with trout:

It was an easy stay as there were electrical hookups. I can be a camping wimp appreciating my microwave, electric kettle and hair dryer. I feel like I earned it as we were still tent camping in our early 60’s until I put my foot down after a night of deluginous rain. That’s my word for rain so hard that it threatens to transform tents into arks, except that the water creeps in from below soaking everything in its path, the first being your shoes and sleeping pad.

Everyone with a camper has their thing, the one item that makes life so much easier. Without revealing any names, I’ve witnessed espresso pots, toasters and ice makers at campsites.  

It was a relaxing stay with hiking, geocaching, sunsets and stars.

This was the welcoming committee at the trailhead across from the campground:

On a ride to a neighbouring lake we passed nearly a mile of caps on fence posts:

Sunset at Logan Lake:

Our second stop was a provincial park. BC can do better with their highway rest stops (many with outhouses) and provincial parks (haven’t stayed at one with electricity or city water connection). We’ve grown accustomed to the state parks south of the closed border. I know, I know, “muffin,” you say, “it’s camping!”

Technically that would be called dry camping or boondocking. Our little camper has a propane furnace, refrigerator and stove. It will let us depend on our battery for a few days for lights, but no plugs. We can fill our tank with water, so most importantly, our toilet works. And yes you can buy a generator, a solar panel, an inverter to power the plugs etc etc, but we don’t use it enough to justify the expense. I did order a stovetop tea kettle for next year’s dry camping adventures.

Skihist was beautiful, but located above Canada’s Highway #1, there is some road noise, so choose your site carefully.

There is a beautiful hiking trail, with a couple of geocaches, along the 1800’s Cariboo Wagon Road. This is the view from the top:

I know I’ve told this story before, but in case you forgot:

Once upon a time, in my younger years, a friend introduced me to someone who supposedly could tell you about your past lives. She went around the circle. There were queens and noble women. She gets to me and guess what? She tells me I’m a prairie pioneer woman who rode in covered wagons. Lol I do love the prairies, though only to visit. So I was destined to do this cache, given its history. 

We live where beautiful places are so close by, but i’m still glad to be home: