The evening stop of July 11: Party Animal Campground: Skutz on Cowichan River BC
A day of opportunities (challenges).
1. We got a late start. The park we stayed was way too relaxing.
2. We thought we could take the back roads to Port Alberni. However, they were gravel logging roads and we expended an hour of driving and two gallons of gas.
3. We waited too late in the day to find a campsite.
4. We forgot it was the weekend, today is Friday.
5. Did not plan the day well nor did we do our research in campground sites.
Late in the day (after rejection at other campgrounds) we ended up finding a spot at Skutz Campground on the Cowichan River. The river itself was tranquil, clean and beautiful. Clear water ran through this long rocky and shale earth with areas of lazy and superficial turbulent currents. Perfect for tubing, swimming or just sitting.
The campground was wide open but the sites were right next to each other (literally). There was no demarcation as to where your site stopped and started: a contrast from French Beach. This is a campground where the young and unruly congregate on weekends. By the time we were getting ready for bed the party was starting. Fortunately, we had our earplugs and heard nothing.
After overcoming our challenges and determined not to repeat them (at least the following day) we departed the campsite at 620am, but not without a chuckle. Our neighbors to the north of us had a picnic table full of beer bottles. I only recall 3 young men but more than 25 empty beer bottles.
A day of opportunities (challenges).
1. We got a late start. The park we stayed was way too relaxing.
2. We thought we could take the back roads to Port Alberni. However, they were gravel logging roads and we expended an hour of driving and two gallons of gas.
3. We waited too late in the day to find a campsite.
4. We forgot it was the weekend, today is Friday.
5. Did not plan the day well nor did we do our research in campground sites.
Late in the day (after rejection at other campgrounds) we ended up finding a spot at Skutz Campground on the Cowichan River. The river itself was tranquil, clean and beautiful. Clear water ran through this long rocky and shale earth with areas of lazy and superficial turbulent currents. Perfect for tubing, swimming or just sitting.
The campground was wide open but the sites were right next to each other (literally). There was no demarcation as to where your site stopped and started: a contrast from French Beach. This is a campground where the young and unruly congregate on weekends. By the time we were getting ready for bed the party was starting. Fortunately, we had our earplugs and heard nothing.
After overcoming our challenges and determined not to repeat them (at least the following day) we departed the campsite at 620am, but not without a chuckle. Our neighbors to the north of us had a picnic table full of beer bottles. I only recall 3 young men but more than 25 empty beer bottles.
The neighbors to our east were still fortified carrying tiki torches while trying to wake up their compadres who slept in the truck.
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