VANCOUVER ISLAND: day 22

Sleeping on a couple of yoga mats didn’t quite compare to the luxury of a proper bed in a van. But waking up to the insane views from the tent made up for my dead hips and arms. Realised we didn’t bring any food for breakfast, idiots. Wished we’d packed enough supplies to stay for another night. 

The weather started to turn as we packed up. Perhaps our inefficient food packing was for the best. Despite the drizzle, the walk back to the trail was still BEAUT. San Jo Bay has definitely been a highlight so far.  

Got back to the van and ate every last thing that was left in the fridge (which quite nicely turned out to be a lil charcuterie board? I hate us), then headed towards a lake on the way to Port Hardy. Another v sketchy forest service road, this one was very much active, with the HUUUUGE logging trucks flying around the corner. Man they are so scary to pass. 

Pretty creepy lake when we got there, eerily still. But a very friendly retired man called Lennard who had been there for a couple of weeks (noticing a trend for jolly, retired Canadian men camping alone for weeks in v isolated spots). He gave us some wood to chock up the van and also 2 avocados. Thank you Lennard. We unpacked from camping and gave the van a spring clean. It had become very chaotic in there, now with sand added to every nook and cranny. Made pasta and grilled veg for dinner, had an early night. Pooped