By late October we had completed another circle and made
our way back to Canada. Having missed winter at the beginning
of our trip we wanted to see what it was really like to camp and
live in the snow. There was no snow in southern BC yet, but we
were going home for a few weeks in November to celebrate my
Grandmother's eightieth birthday and wanted to make sure that Bee
would be in the right place waiting for us when we came back.
Before all that however there was just time for a weekend
playing in the mud with the Land Rover Club of British Columbia.
And what a weekend! We met a whole heap of excellent and
interesting people while wading around in a bog a the top of a
mountain. The objective was to build a bridge over the bog to
stop irresponsible off-roaders ripping up the adjacent meadow as
they tried to avoid the mud. Greg was in his element digging,
winching and hauling logs and by the end of the weekend a very
serviceable bridge was taking shape. We deserted the work
party on Sunday lunch time however to drive the much talked about
Whipsaw Trail with several other members of the club.
Challenging and great fun.
On Sunday evening we said goodbye to our new friends and as they
turned towards the city we headed back to our tent at the top of the
mountain and this time into winter and a now lonely and completly
transformed campsite. The evening had brought heavy wet snow,
snow, snow and more snow. Our tent literally buckled under the
weight, sending us into the forest for a replacement centre support
at dawn. When it was time to drive back down the bumpy
mountain track to civilisation we found that Bee knew how to ski -
and a good job too, we had a flight to
catch.