Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Silverlocks and the Three Bears

. . . or maybe only two. The way I see it there must have been three to pick up and remove the rocks which I had so carefully placed on top of the tarp covering my camp table. At 3 a.m. I heard a commotion, noticed the office motion sensor light had gone on and heard the tarp being removed from my table. I stopped getting out of my cozy bed to listen carefully for wind - how could my tarp have come off without a frightfully strong wind to remove the very large stones I had placed on all corners and sides?



Well it turns out, according to the camp caretaker, that the bears had visited at 3:00 a.m. they'd overturned the garbage can near the washrooms and then decided that being the only camper they had to check out my dining table. I had not though to put my 3 coolers in my vehicle and one was a cheap styrofoam cooler, one a soft-sided cooler. There were apples in my little drink cooler and ground coffee on the table but the only thing I'm missing is the plastic water bag out of my Platypus backpack.



Minor loss compared to having had them visit me in my tent - mind you I might have liked to cuddle up to a big black teddy bear that night - it was as cold as my last night of tenting at Illahie beach Sept. 19th 2007.



Last night I must have slept very soundly although I remember laying wide awake after getting up to go to the washroom, because it was again so cold I had to shiver myself warm for a while.

But, mishap has visited my little west coast rain forest abode. When I left for the leisure center this morning I noticed a drunk or sleeping driver had ploughed right through the campground sign and sheered it off. I didn't hear a thing.



This morning as I was getting my little Woods burner going to make coffee the only other camper here, a man from Oregon, who was sleeping in his sport utlity vehicle began to make conversation over the bear visit - that was a time consumming conversation as he is a disgruntled American who had done a great deal of research regarding the history of wars, unions, the growth of corporate power and how Hitler was enabled to rise to power and cause the Holocaust - he feels that once again there is a propoganda machine driven by corporate greed that is driving the American war machine that is as dangerous as the hate propoganda against the Jews in the early to mid twentieth century.

An interesting fellow who gave me many websites to read on to learn of his agenda - I have to admit that he left me somewhat unsettled about his intensity and some of his ideas for solutions - they sounded very Marxist. And yet I have to say, as a passivist I don't disagree with the seriousness of the mess the world, USA and Canada are in today.

At the moment, I'm at Starbucks (using wireless) and must head to the laundromat and be back in camp before dark to re-arrange my tarps while they're dry, for once. The tent is going back to Superstore as it is a lousy, ridiculous piece of chinese made garbage and was way too expensive for the qualityof it. I have two smaller tents in my storage space which is back at my last stop in my long and winding trail. Too bad it is a lousy tent otherwise because I can stand up in it instead of stooping like an old woman - but then that is what I am - I feel very old in this damp climate as all my joints ache from the cold and damp.

Tomorrow I'm going to Sylvan Learning Centre to see about working there in the coming weeks. There is also a large Korean Academy here - at least one if not several.

This is where you will find the wandering gypsy grandma in coming weeks as I determine where and when I will settle . . . or at the very least perch for a time.

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