VANCOUVER ISALND: day 18

After an extremely uneventful night with absolutely zero Sasquatch activity, we packed up, said our goodbyes to our new found friends and headed to some caves they recommended nearby (Houston Caves). 

The caves were crazy huuuuge! Blows my mind that these things just form in nature on their own. So smooth, so echo-ey. The water was crystal clear. I felt very small and insignificant (or maybe that’s just an insight into how I feel right now). 

Head to Telegraph Cove next, have heard it’s a good place to see some whales. It’s a tiny town, hovering on stilts over the sea front. The local shop was dedicated to their teeny little guard dog who chased bears off the beach. But then one day, it got eaten by one of the bears it was chasing. That was sad, looked just like my lil dog :( 

Walked all the way around the town’s boardwalk to the waters edge, sadly no whales. It started to absolutely POUR with rain, so decided to pay for the campsite there and not faff about finding somewhere else. It was a particularly creepy campsite in the woods (the miserable weather didn’t help the creepiness) with signs everywhere saying ‘cougar/bear in area’. Also meant that the hikes to the whale watching point were closed (cougar on the trail, eek). Just what this nervous girl needs.

Trudged through the mud and rain to the showers at the opposite end of the campsite. We had such long showers that it was middle of the night kinda dark when we got out. This lead to a petrifying walk/sprint back to the van through the cougar/bear filled forest, with not even a phone light to show the way. The rain was also so bad not even the tarp could save us, we cooked dinner inside the van, watched modern family, then went to sleep.