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Muscle Beach, Tofino and Ucluelet

Muscle Beach, Tofino and Ucluelet

The start of this trip is in a parking lot in Nanaimo, exhausted after overhauling the van we spent the night in front of Calbela’s with about 6 other RVs.

The sun arose and the sweet rumble of RVs warming up their engines and turning on their air conditioning got us out of bed. We were off on the road again, this time to the western side of Vancouver Island. We were off to Tofino, otherwise known as ‘Tuff City’

On the way we stopped at the river swimming area, this used to be filled with giant rocks and trees you had to manouever to get down to the river, it now has a viewing area and locks all over a chain link fence. Also stairs, which out of stubbornness I did not use. We headed down to the water and I contemplated jumping into the glacial water, green and blue in colour. It looked cold.



And it was.


Finally we arrived at the junction that read Tofino and Ucluelet, after a 5 hour long journey on the road from Salt Spring.

We headed right, and drove down the road until we finally saw the turn off for Mussel Beach Campground. An hour and half later down a bumpy logging road we arrived to the other side of the inlet, we arrived to the muscle beach campground.


Blue sky held overhead and we pulled up to the check in, the host was lovely and didn’t charge us for the day before we had booked, but were unable to make it up. We bought a wheelbarrow full of chopped cedar and headed to the campsite.

Trees on both sides and ocean up front.
It was exactly what I was looking for.

A small picnic table sat in front of the fire and a collection of seashells littered the ground.

We set up camp, decided to try out our new solar panels and auxillary battery from


Worked like a charm, we were able to power up our recording equipment and record a new song for Seraphina Mountain.


Rain poured down and we experienced an crazy thunderstorm on our last night, lightning shot down from the sky over the ocean as thunder shook the windows and rattled bones.

We saw Mother Nature open up in full force, waves pummeled the driftwood and rocks that bordered the shoreline. As the lightning flashed I could make out shapes walking on the beach, people were trying to get a better feel of the storm.

We huddled inside playing Munchkin and cards, we read stories about King Henry the IIV to pass the time and I tried my best to calm my heart rate.

Storms always get me riled up.

We awoke the next day to warm blue skies, off again down that dusty logging road to Ucluelet to pick up a couple of friends who were travelling as well.


We headed to Long Beach and Wickanninsh Beach to stretch our legs and go for a dip in the ocean. Cold by refreshing, we spent the hour chasing waves and body surfing. In the far distance there were surfers riding waves and couples strolling hand in hand. It was picturesque to say the least.






After swimming we headed to Ucluelet to make some dinner by the oceanside, Westy Café party of four.



We stayed overnight at a Campsite in Ukee with an amazing view, dinner, fire and towel whipping wars commenced.




We dropped off one of our friends at the Nanaimo Ferry and another down at Buckley Bay, she was headed on a backpacking adventure in the Northern Islands.


Beautiful Adventure. Off we go.

Diversity Festival and Texada Island

Diversity Festival and Texada Island

Never having been to a festival before and knowing even little about the festival itself I was excited and somewhat apprehensive about attending Diversity.

The festival was for four days and after a few ferry rides from Comox to Powell River and then Powell River to Texada, we finally arrivedin Blubber Bay the only ferry terminal on the north tip of Texada Island.


Going back to almost the turn of the century the Island was used and still is used today for mining and logging. It is the biggest of the Northern Gulf Islands, 50 kilometers in length which we drove the length of to get to the festival site. There are few homes on the Island which I noticed as we raced up the dusty limestone roads following the signs for Diversity to the beach where the festival was.


From one end of the Island to the other we made it to our camp site on Shingle Beach campground and rolled up beside our friends Hanna and Dave’s camper.
They promptly set up their Starcraft camper and adorned it with golden/pink flamingos and a sign that read “Camp Tramp”. Mostly named due to Hanna’s giant stamp that would stamp the word “tramp” on you in gold ink.


It was beautiful.

As we scuttled around in the fading light to get our camp site ready we noticed that the ground was uneven which would prove to be a problem with the van’s fridge and getting it up and running. After two hours of fighting with it trying to get it started we decided to give the van a rest and drove away from “Camp Tramp” to another spot which was flatter, still the fridge would not light!
I’m learning from many other forums a common frustration of these rad vehicles.

Afterwards Dave mentioned that perhaps the amount of dust from drive up got into the system, we deiced to sleep it off and see what the next day would bring.

Friday, day one of Diversity started out lovely, we slept in and made some eggs and coffee then walked down to the festival to check out the happenings. There was a large stage for electronic music, smaller stage for live bands and even a disco tent set up in a tepee. Many vendors showed up selling their handmade leather wears, hemp skin products, coffee and other tasty foods and of course the legendary “Bunkle burger” which after a night of drinking and other repasts was very tasty.


Hanna and Dave came down to the beach with captains hats, cocktails and an inflatable boat and took it out to sea. Mandie and I did some swimming in the tumultuous sea, there were some decent waves that knocked us around but the cool water was too hard to resist.

Mandie having been to Diversity before knew far more people and more about the festival then me. I decided to head back to the Van which Mandie danced away the night to tight jams.

Saturday, day two was more of a beach day and we spent the day in the sun. I was told that last diversity rained all weekend long and I though about the camping we spent when we first set out on this adventure and the amount of rain we got then and was thankful for the sunny hot days on Texada.

Sunday, day three was the final party and the last day of the festival. We headed down to the beach again and all four of us headed out in the inflatable dingy, beers, babes and bros on the S.S. Hawk. That night I finally got my dance on, I headed down to the festival and found Mandie, Dave and Hanna dancing around the glowing “Sangria Sunday” wagon. Which was a blue cooler filled with sangria and a metal cup, decked out with plastic flamingoes, flashing lights and flower garlands. It had it’s own spot on the dance floor.

We danced late into the night, different DJs donned the staged and a sea of lights and bodies moved around the dance floor.

Monday we left the festival grounds and met some fellow Salt Spring friends at an abandoned quarry mine from the 60’s, as we walked up the aqua coloured water shone in the sunlight. I’ve never seen anything like it.


The colour comes from the limestone in the remaining rock, I felt the softness of the water as we plunged in.
It was so clear and peaceful, almost hard to leave.

A bunch of us gathered on “Mermaid Rock” and shared a bottle of Mountain Mead from Hornby Island we had brought.


Friend’s of Mandie’s had us over with some other Salt Springers and we fired up the BBQ and sat around a picnic table sharing stories from the weekend and stories of past festivals and travel experiences.

It was an awesome place to end the festival.

Good food, good beer, and even better company.

Diversity was amazing but I will always remember the beauty of this Island and the good friends I’ve met and became more acquainted with since.

Thanks Texada, see you soon!




Port Renfrew, a few beautiful days on the edge.

Port Renfrew, a few beautiful days on the edge.

Waking up to a the sounds of waves.
After days and days of rain and mosquitoes, we awoke this morning finally to the sun and waves.


Pacheedaht campground, we pull up in the pouring rain the day before, people huddled underneath the small awning at the office using what little power they could get from the open powerbar and connect to the wifi.

I reminded the the woman behind the counter about last time I was here, and promised I wouldn’t become stuck in the sand again. She laughed, a chuckle that was full a hearty and could be heard across the parking lot.

“Oh yes, we remember you. We have nothing to do today so it might be fun to come and dig someone out.”

We grabbed one of the last beach front sites and as we drove up it seemed all too familiar.
It was the same one that I had come to the first time I visited with Rose and Katie.
Site 32.

And classically the Westy does her best to get stuck in the wet sand.
Mike’s skills with snow and vehicles come in handy as we rock that baby out of a sandy groove.
Finally we are parked.


It was beautiful, the clouds misted over the tree line mountains and passed shadows overtop the choppy water.



Waves crashed into the shoreline again and again as smelt fisherman sat on the beach with long drag nets looking for their income.

We walked along the beachside, Scarlet in tow, she loved the sand. Running around and jumping from side to side, climbing over driftwoood. She raced back and forth around us excitely as we climbed dead giants of forgotten trees, massive roots and trunks became our perches as we sat and watched the turning sea.


Rain poured and we realized the one thing that is so useful we forgot to get…a tarp.
I grabbed the tarp off of my tent hammock and we made a make shift shelter out of it, it did very little to stop the torrential downpour from soaking us through to our bones.

2 wet humans and a soaked sheltie, this van sleep was going to be interesting.


The rain let up enough for Mike to start up a fire, but it deemed rather frustrating with wet wood and with even wetter kindling. Finally the fire was started up and we sat by it drinking moonshine and preparing the world’s worst fire side dinner.


Pancake batter wrapped around sticks and eggs in their shells shoved uptop coals. The batter was doughy and the eggs burnt. I decided a meal of coconut rice and black beans with fried bananas was a better choice.

One of our neighbours came over and introduced herself, Natalie from Nanaimo. She and a friend jumped in the car this weekend to go on an adventure and ended up in Pacheena Bay. After some good chats and shared blueberries she told us she’d be attending Diversity Festival on Texada as well.

We said goodnight and curled up into the tent, with stars overhead and clear skies predicted we set up the bed ‘upstairs’.

We woke up in the morning to blue skies and waves rolling in on the white sand beach.

Driving through town we stopped for a home cooked lunch at Tomi’s. It was amazing, tomato-basil, feta soup and homemade biscuits.
Exactly what I wanted.

We jumped in the van and headed down to Botanical Beach, the tidepools were an unreal teal colour, a black bear had just visited the beach escaping the oncoming hoard of tourists with cameras and the waves were in spectacular form.




There were caves carved our of the soft rock, perfectly situated across from the crashing waves and held a beautiful echo. I had to sit in one and belt out a favorite tune.

Then it was off to China Beach, we needed a place to hang out hats for the night and decided on China Beach Campground.
It was immaculate, almost liked they combed the moss on the ground so it would be perfect.



The campsite host was a wonderful man named Nick, lived there year round with his dogs and was kind enough to offer us a bit of extra wood to ‘complete our evening’.
IT was a break from driving and wet, we set up camp and worked on music by the fireside.

The birds were almost deafening. Filling the tree lines space with their song.


Enough tranquility back to Salty for a recharge and onward.


<3 Mandie

A night at sea.

A night at sea.

A friend of ours invited us out to his houseboat in beautiful Burgoyne Bay on one of our last nights before leaving Salt Spring.


We chased the sun and met Balasz at the doc, two dogs and four humans squeezed into his trusty boat and we headed toward his floating cabin.


This was Scarlet’s first time out on a boat, she was calm cool and collected, almost as if she thought the mounds of fur would act as a flotation device in case we capsized.


We arrived to Balasz’s floating ‘shack’ as he called it.


We listened to jazz inspired electronic beats and ate cheese, crackers, olives and hummus wraps made by Balasz’s cousin visiting from Germany.

Playing music by the open picture window, Mike and I jammed for a bit with some percussion accompaniment.
Mainly feet and hands…and a howling sheltie.


We caught the last bit of the sun, sitting out on the deck watching it dip below the mountains, a orange-pink infused sky painted the clouds overhead reflecting on the choppy water. I sat on the deck taking in big gulps of fresh air of the water.

Realizing that I’ve never lived away from the ocean, never been land locked before and often choosing to inhabit cabins that have access to the seashore.
The crashing of the waves became my lullaby while I slept in a trailer in Ucluelet and the sunset over the ocean was a sight seen nightly from my deck in a beautiful cabin on Salty (Salt Spring’s nickname).

This idea of being landlocked for months on end while driving across the country is finally setting in, I need to say my goodbyes to The Pacific Ocean before the long drive to The Atlantic Ocean.


The Bioluminescence we out that night, if you’ve never seen them before, look up some images online they are tricky to photograph.

It started with drawing in the ocean with a paddle, when these small plankton-like creatures are agitated they give off a green-blue hue and there are thousands of them, it looks like you are painting the sea with a neon paintbrush.

Katie dared someone to jump in for $10, I immediately accepted and so did Mike, we no longer had jobs, we have to make money somehow.

I wish I could have captured a picture of it, it was like swimming in light, I was unable to tell what was stars and what was ocean. When I finally resurfaced every movement of my arms and legs we trace by a ribbon. Mike jumped out quickly to my astonishment, then realizing how cold the water actually was.

I thanked Katie for buying our breakfast and she said the light show was worth it.

She’s a good friend.

We headed back inside, played some more tunes by request then Hungarian Rum and wine got the best of us and we all curled up in front of the picture window.
Four of squeezed on a bed in the middle of the cabin, the ladies slept soundly as the men were apparently pushed to the edges of the bed, but I have no complaints.

We woke up to the sun and headed back to land, it was hard to leave such a beautiful scene but packing needed to be done and preparations for our trip.

A lovely last evening on Salty. We will see you soon again.



A Squamish adventure.

A Squamish adventure.

I look up at the hazy sky, the only clearing I can see, I am surrounded by trees.
A familiar road, as we head through paradise valley, past the outdoor school I attended as a child, then again as a counselor and once more as an alumni.
I had spent many years walking groups of eager grade 3’s and 6’s through the forest playing games, learning about the local flora and fauna and wandering through the boardwalks and streams.


We find our way to the end of the thick forest and onto a logging road, the van putters down the gravel road, driving through the potholes with a triumphant splash.


Finally we make it down to the train yard for a coffee break, pop the top, heat up the kettle and grind the beans. Mike plays some tunes by the rail yard while I brew us up a pot to keep us warm.


Scarlet waits in the van.


Back to the road for us, thanks Squamish!



Overnight in Portland.

Overnight in Portland.

The Vantasy’s first trip across the border.
Flying down the highway till we reach the peace arch and head through the border.

She made it across safe and sound.
My traveling partner a 6′ tall, red bearded, Tasmanian barista from JJ Bean.
The coast was our mission. To Portland and back in 3 days.

Our first stop was Long Beach.
Good morning stop, roof top popped, coffee made on the stove as the waves crashed all around us.




Took a couple of wrong turns, but was able to make the best of it by capturing some beautiful scenery.




Excellent first adventure.