The waitress said “I decided to move out to BC, after my car rolled down a hill and ran over a dozen or so kayaks in Tofino” This was a near verbatim quote, if near that is a thing, I suppose really it is either verbatim or it isn’t.
To clarify she did not move West from Ontario because the opportunities to run over small watercraft abound here, it was the reaction of the on looker’s and the kayaks’ owner that sealed the deal, she was told not to worry and a beer was inserted in her hand. I am sure that you cannot go around running over people’s stuff at will and ingratiate yourself to locals all the time, but we did experience this west coast warmth for ourselves.
In fact this chilled out vibe inspired our first true boondock*. The same waitress suggested a spot behind a billboard which had the added advantage of being spitting distance from the Howe Sound Brewery. Of course we spent the money we saved on camping on a slap up meal and drinks at the brew pub.
We went to bed that night hidden behind our billboard feeling a little naughty and a bit nervous that we would be awoken by a policeman and be thrown in jail. A little extreme, I think all that would have happened is that we would have been moved on. The night, I am happy to report, did not end with either of us locked in shackles, it was actually one of our quieter camping spots.
Of course our visit to Squamish was not just camping behind billboards and drinking beer, it was also the scene of our water poisoning realization and some spectacular hiking. We hit up the Sea to Summit trail and The Chief. Both were good solid hikes with very rewarding vistas. Think I am going to start tracking the total elevation we have hiked along with all the new beers sampled. The elevation may require a little work but I can confirm that the beer count stands at 55, not bad in 3 weeks.
Next came Vancouver Island, least said the better.
* also called guerrilla camping in Canada, it is the art of finding somewhere to camp for free, ideally legally