
For the last three nights I have lived without a roof, other than the stars above. Three years ago I completed the "Circle Route" see blog entry # This time around I decided to just stay around the seaside town of Sechelt, camping at the Porpoise Bay provincial campground.
Day 1 - was the trek in from East Vancouver to downtown to catch the 257 Express bus to Horseshoe Bay. Best to catch this bus at the Dunsmuir Street turnaround point, before the bus fills on Georgia. I caught the 1.35pm ferry over to Langdale and once in to Gibson's via the lower road, over to Gower Point for a photo over the Georgia Straight.

Following my previous route back to the 101 and the a left down the Lower Road in to the heart of green-ness on the west coast in Roberts Creek. After quick bite and some text messaging, it was off to Sechelt to catch up with my buddy Colin MacKenzie who had left earlier in the morning. Our original plan wa to stay the first night at the Robert's Creek campground but it looked awful and too close to the 101. Colin suggested Porpoise Bay campground approx 4km outside Sechelt.
I finally arrived at the camp and was happy to see it was a cyclists section with bike racks aplenty. Lots of other cyclists including a tandem couple from North Vancouver, were hanging out and swapping stories.
My first night under the stars was an adventure in comfort. All I slept on was a tarp and self inflating mattress and then my sleeping bag, which kept me more than warm. I have not slept under the stars since 1979 on my very first holiday to Canada, it truly is an eye opening experience. In my younger days I used to fall asleep with the headphones on listening to music. I reckoned this was the best way to get to know the music as one fades in and out of consciousness in the process of falling asleep. It was the same here - staring directly up at a clear night sky with 1000's of stars is an other worldly experience.
Poor Colin sleeping close by in his tent, had to put up with my eventual snoring, evidenced by two pairs of shoes that had been lobbed my way during the night, apparently with little affect on my snoring.
DAY 2
It was up and out of bed and then a decision to break the camp and head off for breakfast. On arriving at the Sechelt Wheatberries bakery. Colin decided he would head out on his own in search of his own path. I stayed a while longer and chatted with the tandem couple over coffee; they in turned headed off up to Halfmoon Bay via Red Roofs Road.

With the Smuggler Cove camp site as my general goal, I too headed north to take the Red Roofs Rd 11km route to Halfmoon Bay. This route is a lot of up and down, typical of the roads in the area, mostly deserted and as usual hard to get in to grove with the constant up and down. Finally, I arrived at the Halfmoon Bay store to meet a 67 year old former East German named Hans. Hans was on a solo three month trek of the pacific northwest and was heading south for his Sept departure from YVR. Hans was in incredible shape and put men 30 years younger to shame.

After a break I headed back on to the 101 for a few km to the Brookes Rd turn off and out the 10km round trip to Smuggler Cove. Smuggler Cover was a dissapointment since it was originally my intended second night camp site. It DID say wild camping, but in reality two clearings next to a stinky outhouse does not qualify as a campsite at the longest stretch. So it was back down the dirt road for 2km and back towards Halfmoon Bay then back down Red Roofs Rd on my way to Sechelt. As I was getting tired and somewhat cranky at this point I took a snooze on bench at Coopers Green Park. Then it was back on the road to Sechelt; I kinda forgot the 18% incline leading back to the 101, this was impossible to ride up, so it was a slow slog up the hill. I was back to the Porpoise Bay camp by about 6.30 and ran in to Hans and the tandem guys again, plus a couple of dudes from Seattle heading north and couple from Columbia who had walked in from Sechelt. Hans had made it up the Red Roofs 18% grade without pushing !
Another night of star gazing and recognising the constellations as the rolled through my field of view, lots of meteor showers.

Day 3
I headed back in to town with the intention of exploring Sechelt itself. After breakfast I cruised around visiting various business' and establishments including the local employment office. Sechelt is a nice small town, flat for the most part, very friendly folks. Fort he afternoon I headed back to camp for some lunch then a swim in the inlet, which was a little cold. It was just warm enough to lie on the beach and soak up some rays and fall asleep. Dinner was at the camp and then I headed back in to town to hang out at the Gilligan's Pub for a few hours. No sooner had I walked through the door a fellah named Peter introduced himself and I found myself sat at a table of locals of various vintage. The discussion topics ranging from the end of the world to internet dating - somehow connected maybe ?
It was then back to camp, thankfully my purchase of a brand new Shark headlight a few weeks back paid off in the total darkness of rural Sechelt.
This night was not so pretty, clouds moved in and it was kind of boring. I was awoken at around 3am with a loud noise that sounded like rain and wind but of in the distance and creeping ever closer. It did spit a little but other than that the clouds eventually parted and the stars appeared once again.
Day 4
Up at 8am, packed up and headed for town and some breakfast. After chatting with a local art gallery owner I relented and caught the bus back in to Gibsons and the 10.30am ferry. Given the bus service is fairly reliable, it would not be inconceivable for someone to live car-free in Sechelt.
I was back in the metropolis of Vancouver by 1pm and back home in East Van by 1.30. At least my cat was very happy to see me.