Day 49: Telegraph Grove - Buttle Lake Campground

As we get bad weather forecast for Telegraph Grove in the weather forecasts, we decide to get up early and pack up our tent, so we can pack it dry.

For breakfast there are eggs with bacon again. It was worth the large package bacon and the twelve eggs.

Fortunately, no rain while riding. We do two detours to the coast, but it not really worth. As a second breakfast we get cappuccino and two sweets at a snack bar.

All in all, we ride to Campbell River quickly, where we want to ask at the tourist information office about accommodations in the Strathcona Provincial Park. But on Sundays the information is closed and there is also a kind of motor show with vintage and newer cars and public festival on the square in front of it. We decide to head to Strathcona Lodge to ask for a room.

It would be a room free, but we do not like it, because if you are already here, you would like to have lake view and not road view.

And so we end up at the campground, the Buttle Lake Campground, which, surprisingly, still offers a few vacancies for the extended Labor Day weekend in the "First come, first serve" segment.

Since we did not really planned to camp, we have to go shopping again. The next options are in a distance of 30 kilometers, either Gold River or back to Campbell River. We opt for the former, as it is a little closer and we do not know it yet.

We start In good weather, but soon the first raindrops are falling again. We are rushing to Gold River, as we are aware the shops will be closed soon. Just in time we arrive at the important shops (grocery and liquor store). The shop don't offer very much as expected, we buy noodles and something for sauces to add on (including a Parmesan powder, probably produced with the sawdust from some local sawmill).

On the way back, we get into pouring rain again. We missed that for quite a long time. All the Canadians we meet today tell us how badly they need the rain. Wolle thinks they could pay us for bringing it. We also are told, that it was 38 degrees on the campground just a few weeks ago still. Why do we not really believe these Canadian story tellers?

Cooking in the rain is not much fun, even noodles can't make you happy then, only fill you up. The fast-drunken Chilean red wine (we do not dare to drink Canadian wine anymore, apparently the Canadians don't do so too, because they didn't offer Canadian wine in the liquor store) helps to get tired and so we hide from the rain into the tent. This is the first night, our tent is not water tight.