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Today is the long trek on the West Coast Trail. 17km if we go as far as outlined. There are a few camp spots along the way but no large campgrounds and no facilities at any of them. We are used to camping in somewhat secluded areas but we are still concerned about the distance we need to cover. There is one site just to the south of the voluntary no camp zone but staying there would just mean putting off the long day as the number of kms left divided between the number of hiking days determines the length of each hike. There are also three very nice camp sites at Tsusiat Point just north of the Hole in the Wall. L and I think it would be great to stay there but we are out voted (a woman’s vote is weightier than a man’s), the women want to travel the next two kilometres to the falls and have a shorter hike tomorrow.

A View from the Trail

We know today will be a long time on the trail and we depart a bit early. 7:50am and we are off. Our first goal is to be at the Nitinat ferry crossing at noon. Another diner type lunch. Debbie is on the front of the group and sets a blistering pace for the first 10 km. We are five hikers in a row, Debbie, me, S, L, and H. We travel a combination of beach and forest, it is a full leg workout, each type of travel requiring the use of different muscles.

Walking the Beach

The forest walk along the voluntary no camp zone is like a highway. It is about 1.2M wide, hard as asphalt and flat as the prairies. We make exceptionally good time here. As we pass by Clo-oose and head towards the ferry crossing we hit a stretch of new board walk and again our speed picks up. We are going to make our appointment with the West Coast Trail Express on Sunday.

Bingo, we arrive at the Crab Shack at precisely noon and lunch is in the making. Debbie and I share a crab, a baked potato and a Coke. It costs a mere $30, not really that bad since it would cost at least that much to have a crab dinner in any city restaurant. It is enough to fuel us for a few kilometres but not enough to sustain us for the remaining day’s allotment of 7km.

For me it is another day of equipment failure. My pole still shrinks when I lean on it too hard and again my water bottle breaks forcing me to carry it in my spare hand. My woes continue when the sole of my hiking boot separates from the arch back. From here on I have Debbie tie my under sole gaiter tie extremely tight and it holds the boot sole mostly in place. When packing to leave I did switch from carrying sandals as my ‘camp’ shoes to an old pair of running shoes just in case my boots did disintegrate, at least I would have something somewhat stable to finish the trail in.

I also pay for a moment of inattention today. We are walking along the beach as it is easier to walk on the wet sand because the water has compacted it and we do not sink so deep. Debbie asks for a piece or two of the beef jerky I have in my pocket. The tide is on its way in. As I fish around trying to undo a obstinate ziplock enclosure, a rogue wave rushes in from my left. As I turn and run up the beach the water catches me from behind. I am wet right up to my ass. Pay attention Mur!

It is a very long day on the trail and Debbie discovers sore tired feet hinder photo creativity. It is all she can do to stand and wait for me to take couple of shots. Her camera remains in the pouch and only sees the light of day at the campsites after we have time to change footwear.

Hole in the Wall

Our senses are becoming a bit more attuned to the surroundings and today holds some interesting observations. The first is aural, as the tide is moving in the waves wash high up on the shore. Water is a very powerful medium and rearranges the landscape with ease. We open our ears to the sounds of the waves and realize how similar the sound is to the city sound of cars whooshing by on the street during a rain storm. Then we hear a most wonderful noise, a rattling, clicking sound. We figure out it is the sound of rocks clacking on one another as the receding wave draws them back seaward. This is a particularly meditative sound and is very peaceful to fall asleep to.

We do see some wildlife although the bear that is the reason for the no camp zone kept himself concealed. There are a few seals and sea lions cavorting in the waters close to shore. I wonder if doing what they do is as much fun as it looks or if to them it is just ‘work’.

There are many, many slugs on the trail today, we see no reason to step on them and as we travel along in line a call echos back, “Slug on the right”. As I round a piece of driftwood I startle a bald eagle. It takes to the air with something large grasped in its talons. Walking past the spot from which the eagle lit out we observe a pile of white feathers and realize the dinner that evening is a unfortunate seagull. Such is nature. In the flora department we see a variety of mushrooms. Blue ones, orange ones, red ones, magic ones and one that looks like it is chocolate covered. The mushrooms we observe on the prairies are not nearly as varied as the ones we walk by today.

At km 14 both of the ladies are flagging. We rest at the Tsusiat Point campsites. Snack, drink and generally kick back. This is where the previously mentioned vote to move on takes place, we do not have any issues with the tide so it is a beach walk to the falls.

Tsusiat Falls

9.5 hours after we departed Cribbs Creek we arrive at the Tsusiat Falls campground, and that includes a 1 hour stop for lunch. The campground is very large and there is lots of space between sites, which as best I can make are all on the beach. We choose a spot perfect for our two tents and far away from neighbors.

Tsusiat Falls campsite

There are some toilet problems, one of the two is plum full and has been roped off closed and the other has only one hinge on the door so it is difficult to close but after all how shy can one afford to be in the ‘wilderness’.

This day has taken a lot out of all of us but things are getting progressively less difficult, we are traveling faster and the next two days are well within our capabilities.

The fog

Sand, 2 feet forward, 6 inches back, trudge, trudge, trudge.

Walking the beach – Debbie, S and L

We have found walking in footprints makes the sand walking easier for the three followers so we walk in a line of four. Similar to when we ride, one person takes a turn on the front, uses up some energy and then drops to the back of the line, person two takes over and this is repeated over and over with the trailing 3 recovering so they can again go to the front in turn and do their part.

Anemones

Then we reach a section of sandstone shelf and we motor. We still are intensely focused because of the ‘green stuff’ but our speed picks up tremendously.

Lunch at Chez Monique’s is our goal and we arrive right at noon. It’s burgers and pop/beer all around. Debbie and I pay $41 for two very large burgers and one Coke. Monique is very accommodating with Debbie’s no gluten, dairy or egg diet and gets fresh out of the garden vegetables with her patty. Expensive, but what the hell, we are literally 35km WALKING distance from the next burger joint.

Deer

Passing on the beach below the lighthouse a buck deer is feeding on the green grass adjacent to the sand. He is completely unfazed as a group of 6 of us pass within 10M.

Seals

There are a few seals playing in the water or loafing on the rocks and we pass the first of two sea lion haul outs. There are a few of the big animals sunning themselves but they are a long ways off and we need our binoculars and my long camera lens to see them.

Seagulls

Monique tells us how to avoid some of the muddy inland trail by accessing a small beach, walking the beach and then mounting the stairs to the lighthouse. We follow her advice to a degree but end up being lured by group of other hikers into a corner at an ‘impassable’ headland. While some of the folks try to figure out a way around the rocks I talk Debbie into returning to the stairs we had accidentally bypassed and go up and over the rocks via the lighthouse. I inquire at the lighthouse asking if the group below was in further danger if they do get passed the headland. The keeper checks the tides and feels they should be OK if the get by the short stretch of rocks. He is a very nice fellow despite the fact I’m sure he gets bothered a lot so he would be within expectations if he was a little less accommodating. When Debbie and I return to the beach the group of travelers we had left 20 minutes earlier have made it around the point and are only a couple of minutes ahead of us along the beach.

Carmanah Lighthouse

When backcountry skiing I find skinning the uptrack to be meditative. It is easy to reach a ‘Zen’ state of mind. Walking the WCT is not like that at all. The hiking is not only physically strenuous but mentally so as well and although it is repetitive it is not meditative.

Cribs Creek Campground in the distance

I am beginning to formulate the idea that the West Coast Trail is NOT about the journey. The walking is OK, albeit very difficult, but the destinations are what’s spectacular. The settings are idyllic and the views are great. The campgrounds, although busy with people, are serene and it is here we reach a meditative state. These places are not offensive as in a front country camp ground. Nobody here is hiking in copious amount of alcohol, no one is here to party, everyone is exhausted and of like mind. The conversation centers around our common interests and we hit the sack early. All in all a good experience.

Again today we travel faster than the previous days and it looks like we are buoyed by the idea that the entire trail will not be hiked at 1km/hr. We were on the trail by 8:15 and walked into camp, 11 kms later, at 3:30. This included a long stop at Chez Monique’s. I figure our moving time for 9km is about 3.5 hours, a perfectly acceptable hiking speed.

Cribs Creek Campground – our spot

We go to bed knowing that tomorrow is the longest day on the trail, 17km. It is interesting that the West Coast Trail tests you in a large variety of ways.

The Fog

Today’s the day we meet up with our friends. We are to be at the north side of the
Cullite Creek cable car between 11 and noon. Breakfast and pack up are at a leisurely pace. Everyone else is gone by the time we have our stuff stowed and ready to go.

Cullite Creek in the morning

About 9.30 a very fast hiker blows through the campground coming from the south. As he progresses he inquires if anyone knows L. At first I did not catch on but Debbie realizes that L is part of S & L, the daughter and son-in-law of our friends and the ones we are about to meet up with. This fellow, we will later find out is named H, tells us that S’s dad rolled his ankle within the first 3km of the trail and had to be evacuated from the Thrasher campground. S & L are still be on their way down the trail but R & J have returned to Port Renfrew. “Yipes!”, says Debbie, “J is the one that talked me into this! She is supposed to do this with me! How am I going to finish this without her!”

R has hiked for many years and been on trails all over the world, never an incident until now. This reminds us to keep our eyes to the ground and pay attention to every step.

Now, the two folks we are to meet are youngins so we are not sure what time they will arrive. We presume they will travel faster than we did so we plan on making it to the meeting spot on the early end of our estimate. Sitting on the platform at the north end of the cable car we meet every person passing by, both north and south. Some folks are talkative, some not, some are friendly, some not so much. We meet folks from all over the world, Scotland, Germany, Belgium, France, Oregon, Chicago, and Boston. Sit here at around noon and you observe quite a traffic jam. I have fun chatting and helping those that choose the cable car route to cross the creek. The creek is not high and most dance across the rocks but there are two or three that want a ride and I work up a sweat helping out.

Up to now Debbie and I have been traveling very slowly so we decide that if S & L do not meet us before noon we have to be on our way to make the next camp at a decent hour. We use the standard trail communication technique and ask a passing group to relay a message to the north bound couple. We will meet them at the Walbran camp if we do not make contact at the cable car. Not more than 5 minutes after we pass on the message S & L arrive. We have only met S a few times and neither of us has ever met L but we introduce ourselves and we light out. Up, or course. The start to this day, for Debbie and me is ladders. Another day without a warm up, seems to be developing a pattern here.

It is right on noon and we climb the ladders and break out lunch when we reach the top. Even though Debbie and I have only walked about 300M and climbed a few ladders our metabolism is starting to increase so feed time is feed time. We get to know S & L over lunch and talk about R’s misstep, the trail up to this point and today’s hike.

S & L are much younger than us and we figure they will be traveling at a faster pace so they lead off and slowly gain ground as we move along. The trail is much more ‘civilized’ from Cullite Creek to Walbran Creek than the previous 3 days.

There is more boardwalk, at least more useable boardwalk, less sucky mud, and fewer scary crossing. At least it seems that way, it may be that we are just getting used to the travel and the obstacles are not as intimidating. Today is the day of ladders but as I said earlier neither of us are bothered by them so up and down and up and down we go without much problem.

WCT Ladders to Suspension Bridge with Debbie, L and S

We cross the famous suspension bridge over Logan Creek without issue and we all take pictures of the crossing.

Murray on Logan Creek Suspension Bridge

Logan Creek Suspension Bridge with Ladders in the background

Debbie makes an interesting observation. We have passed many men, some alone, some in groups, and some with their older children (both girls and boys), but very few of the spouses are along for the trip. She wonders why and thinking out loud she says “If I can do this they can.” The trail is difficult but it is not impossible and this is proven over and over by the number of people that complete the trek each year. Come on you women out there! Get out of your comfort zone and do this hike!

We arrive at Walbran Creek campground at 3:30, only about 15 minutes after our young companions. We are picking up speed as we go, we travel 5km in 3 hours. This is cause for the belief that we will finish the walk on our pre-planned date with the bus at the Bamfield end.

The campground has a few beach sites with driftwood for wind breaks and a few forest sites. The wind is quite noticeable here and it makes it somewhat cold. We get a spot just off the beach that offers a little break from the wind and barely big enough for two tents. Our tents share a tent peg, we are that close. Nothing like a crash course “Hi, I’m Murray and we are going to sleep with inches of you tonight”.

Walbran Creek Campground – two tents getting to know one another

It is amazing how much mental work is required to hike the trail. There are a tremendous number of decisions to make in less than a second. With all the sensory information we can gather we decide what direction to go, what micro route to follow, where to place our foot, what the condition of the footing is, where to place our poles, what kind of terrain we are about to step onto, we maintain balance, we are looking ahead for the next step, all this takes place in a millisecond. It is little wonder that no matter how fast our latest computer is we are not happy because it is too slow. It is also little wonder that we are mentally as well as physically exhausted at the end of each day.

So, we and our young friends are exhausted and we hit the sack early again in preparation to hike the next day. A similar but new challenge awaits.

We travel short today (only 4 km) so our friend’s R, J, S, and L can catch us. We started the West Coast Trail the day before them and will meet them tomorrow morning at the Cullite Creek cable car. We do not have to get up early so we try to loaf a little. We are out of our sleeping bags, breakfasted, packed, and on the trail at 9.30am. Doesn’t sound like loafing, does it?

Avoiding the mud

The trail today is much the same as the inland trail of the last two days. There are patches of ‘sucky’ mud ready to grab our boot and extricate it from our foot, but because of the lack of rain most of the mud is tramped down and very passable. Still there are foot prints that track right through the soft quagmire, either these folks want to make serious time or they really want the West Coast Trail experience and are disappointed that it has not rained more.

Murray crossing a log bridge

I view the trail much like a mountain bike skill park. There are a variety of features to overcome. They require balance, strength, agility, and quickness, both mental and physical. I think Parks Canada purposely leaves the trail difficult, to limit the numbers of travelers and to help it maintain its ‘world class’ status. As yesterday, we cross a couple of very scary log bridges. They have flattened top edges about 20cm wide and are over 20 meters long, there are some poorly placed steps as the log gets steeper near the exit. Far above the ground every step requires concentration. “Just do it.” Every piece of the journey we overcome feels like a huge accomplishment.

One of the more scary bridges

We meet a lot more travelers today, solo hikers, small groups of 2 and 3 and two larger groups, one of 6 from Holland and a group of American scouts numbering at least 10. Bill, a guy from Oregon is doing the trail on his own. He had never even heard of the West Coast Trail until a week ago, did some research and decided he had better check it out. We have a long chat and find out how to communicate while on the trail. He asks us to relay a message to one of the group of Dutch people traveling behind him. Which we do and that spawns a good talk with their group. Meeting people seems a big part of the trip along the West Coast Trail.

We are meeting a good number of people that are almost running along the trail. It is almost like they feel they have to finish as fast as possible. I am trying to figure out why. When walking, especially fast, we must have our head down and watch where each foot lands, so it is impossible to view the surroundings. The only time to ‘smell the roses’ is when we are stopped. The folks trying to get to the other end of the trail as fast as possible are missing all there is to see. I am not sure what their agenda is. Do they just want to say they have been there, done that, and put notch on their ‘to do list’. If one has commitments and a time limit I could at least appreciate their haste, but if not, why not take a couple of extra days and enjoy the surroundings. We have chosen 7 nights on the trail and frankly I am thinking one more would be great.

West Coast Trail Beauty

We start out the West Coast Trail with a group of 5 from Toronto. They are all in the 30’s and they have the right idea about the trail. They are also taking 8 days to hike and are constantly behind us. They are enjoying the scenery, taking photos and not rushing. It is good to know they are back there, although today they will hike on to Walbran and we will not see them for a few days.

We pick up speed a little, a good sign if we are to finish this trail by next Sunday. It is 2:30 and we arrive in camp, 5 hours to walk 4km (with breaks). Our first impressions are that the site is stunning. The beach is sloped and comprised of cantaloupe sized rocks. It is not very campable but we have our choice of forest sites so we chose carefully and set up our tent.

Cullite Creek campsite

By 7:00 there are quite a few more visitors, some do have to set up their tents on the rocks but it is still far from crowded. I would choose to stay here again if we are ever to return.

Cullite Cove

Tomorrow we meet up with our friends and will travel the West Coast Trail as a group of 6. We will again be able to break camp late and rendevous around noon. We sleep deep and it is a good night.

The tides rule today’s hike on the West Coast Trail and low tide matches our goals to a tee. We have a very hard hike in the morning and should reach Owen Pt at noon when the tide is at its lowest.

Up at 6am. It takes us two hours to eat, pack up and get on the trail. Again the WCT does not provide us with time to warm up and within the first 100M we encounter the first pile of boulders. The rocks are the size of small cars and houses. With a pole in one hand for that third point of balance and one hand free to grab any handhold available, we make our way over, under and around the massive fixtures. It takes us about an hour to cover the next 100M. I have done things similar but not with a 45lb pack. Debbie has never done anything like this and proves herself to be quite strong, agile and flexible. She is still very cautious but we progress and our 12 o’clock goal is always within reach.

Debbie on the boulders

Others, that have left Thrasher later than we did, catch up to us and as they pass, I notice how each person finds their own route through the maze. Upon reflection of this idea I realize that of the thousands and thousands of people that have walked the West Coast Trail over the last 100 years no two people have ever taken the exact same route. Debbie and I continue over logs, along logs, between boulders, over boulders, sliding down driftwood, occasionally removing our packs to toss them ahead and get ourselves up or down the next obstacle. 

Hiking this stretch of beach carries a similar phenomena as hiking in the mountains. When hiking in the alpine towards a summit there are numerous ‘false summits’ that must be passed over before one gets to the ultimate goal. While hiking  this beach we can see Owen Pt from a long way off and it looks as though the next set of boulders is the last one to negotiate but as we climb down from the gigantic pile of rocks and place both feet on the flat stretch of beach we look up and see one more ominous pile ahead. This happens several times before we can see a clear path to the goal we had set a very long 2 km prior.

Owen Pt

It is noon and we reach Owen Pt at exactly the right time, the water is as far away as it is going to get this day and we have time to explore a little, take some pictures and have lunch. As we eat we watch the seals on the rocks just off shore flop in and out of the water and how they play once they are able to get into the ocean – their medium of choice.

Lunch stop at Owen Pt

The water has sculpted the rock and made for some very sensuous and interesting forms leaving tidal pools full of small sea creatures, anemones, mussels, crabs, all waiting for high tide’s water to return and the opportunity to move to a different location.

Beach Wildlife

The next few kms are along the beach. It is on this stretch we run into surge channels. The ocean water surges up these worn sections of sandstone and washes out with great force. Not a safe place to bathe. The first couple are too wide to get across so we head to the forest end of the channel and go up and around gnarly little detours and we are safely by the obstacles. The last one is quite narrow, we are able to step across without much difficulty.

A Surge Channel

The beach is also our first experience with “green stuff” and the advice from one of the blogs I had read is “don’t step on the green stuff”. Very good advice, twice I look up to find a route across the shelf, step on the ‘green stuff’ and fall so fast I do not even have time to cushion the landing. We intend to exit the beach at kilometre 65 and think we have found the proper beach access but when we arrive on the forest trail we realize we are not as far as we thought and exited at kilometre 66. (We are going backwards to the counting of kms on the map and on the trail.)

The forest trail from here to Campers is easier than the previous day but still requires complete focus. There is one log bridge about 30M long and 3 to 4M above the ground. I do not know how you would recover if you slipped here. As they were the previous day the boardwalks are in complete disrepair. This is also a section where we are introduced to what we coin ‘sucky mud’. Debbie places her right foot in a patch of soft soupy mud and she is not sure if it is going to let her have her boot back. The mud gods are kind and we are able to continue on our way. After a day and a half of covering less that 1km/hr, we pick up speed and are able to cover the last 4km in 3hrs. If things improve we will be able to finish the hike as planned. We cover the entire 8km this day in 8 ½ hours.

Again we arrive at Camper Creek campground before the crowd and are able to have some choice as to where we stay this night. There are a few sites in the woods just off the beach but these are taken up with a group of trail maintenance workers and there are a couple of forest type sites facing the creek which are really quite private. There is a nice space behind a piece of giant driftwood allowing for some relief from the wind and we pitch our tent on the sand. Again we expect to see hoards of people but there are only 5 or 6 tents this night. We start to wonder where all the hikers are??

The site is very nice with the cove defined by very high steep walls on both sides, no visual access to the ocean but we hear the waves crashing just beyond the rocky beach piled in front of us. The creek provides a good source of water. The serenity is captivating.

View from Camper Creek campsite out to the ocean

Today is our first interface with the ocean and beach hiking. Much more rewarding than yesterday, albeit more physically demanding. The walking still takes complete and entire concentration and commitment but we had a lot more fun today than in the woods. The beauty of the West Coast Trail is revealing itself a little at a time.

Gordon River Trailhead

There is no warm up to the West Coast Trail. 10 steps from the welcome to the Pacific Rim National Park sign we start up a steep incline with roots and rocks and mud and sketchy footing. We learn very quickly to keep our eyes on our next step, our field of vision is 600mm wide and 900mm in front of the toe of our boot. The surroundings are only to be viewed when we pause, only then can we look around. I am quite disappointed in the forest we tromp through the first day, in my opinion anyone can see forest like this 20M off any highway on Vancouver Island.

The trail at this point is in fair condition. The features (ladders, bridges, boardwalks) are generally in poor shape on this stretch. Ladders have missing rungs, the bridges have broken bits and the boardwalks are for the most part random boards that used to be attached to each other. There is much build up about the ladders but neither of us find them to be intimidating nor difficult.

Ladders on the West Coast Trail

The trail itself has been worn in such a way that it is sometimes difficult for those with short legs (Debbie). We both remain upright for the entire day, not even a slip. This is somewhat facilitated by the fact that there has been very little rain of late and even the mud is user friendly.

Although we are visually surrounded by forest we are never far from the water and not in the wilderness situation one is lead to believe the West Coast Trail is. All day long we can hear boats plying the waters that parallel the trail.

Synopsis: this part of the trail is 5km long and is supposed to take approximately 5 hrs. It is extremely difficult and Debbie is being extra cautious. She has not hiked on anything like this and her learning curve is steep. It takes us just under 7 hrs. In all the training we did, we did not do a 7 hr hike and we are fatigued. This morning was an early start so we are still one of the first groups to arrive at Thrasher Cove camp area.

“Off the beach” campsite at Thrasher Cove

We learn quickly there are two types of camp sites, ones on the beach and ones set just off the beach in the woods. For our first night we chose one in the woods, not as windy and a slight bit warmer but with a few, and I mean few, mosquitoes, and banana slugs that go straight for our food bag and dishes?? Don’t know why but see below.

West Coast Trail Slug

The beach here is sand, the air is cool and the ocean water is freezing. The sound of the waves is mesmerizing and peaceful. The view from here is mediocre as Port Renfrew is within sight. Water is plentiful and accessible. We expect a crowd, this is the first camp for those heading north and the last camp for those heading south, but there are very few tents.

Things we discover about our prep. Debbie’s gardening gloves are a super investment. She can grab rocks and dirt and trees without thinking twice and they enable her to use the hand holds to get over some of the taller steps and boulders. Just because we practiced with the equipment we took does not mean we should not be prepared to repair such. My water bottle broke and I had to carry it for ½ the day. I am able to repair it in the evening with some wire I have brought. My pole, which is an adjustable height pole, will no longer stay fixed at the height to which I set it. I manage to make it work but have to constantly adjust it. A pain since I must stop each time in order not to lose the concentration necessary to navigate the sketchy footing. In this tough terrain, Debbie must sit and munch on something about once an hour. She loses focus, goes kind of pasty looking and gets shaky if she does not.

Murray at Thrasher Cove

After today’s hike, Murray is body tired, Debbie too and her feet are throbbing. That’s our warm up. Tomorrow we head to Owen Point but between us and the point lies 2 kms of huge boulders.

We say “See you in a week!” to Murray’s cousin D and drive west out of Victoria towards Port Renfrew. The trip takes two hours with a couple of short stops to sight see. The road is winding and up and down, lined by very tall trees.  A good road for a bike ride but a bit narrow, the traffic is light. It is a trail made for motorcycles they zoom past us are ‘pulling “Gs”’ on every corner. The drive is beautiful and we are not sure why we are hiking the trail as we seem to be able to see it all from where we sit in our vehicle.

We stop at French Beach Provincial Park. It’s a well laid out campground, comfortable sites and easy access to the beach. The beach is not for swimming but for walking, gazing and poking at washed up flotsam and jetsam.

We arrive in Port Renfrew, a quaint, very small town with a rec centre, fire hall, a few hotels and 3 eateries. The Tami closes at 5 pm so it is just a breakfast, coffee and lunch place, the Port Renfrew Hotel and the Coastal Kitchen look promising for supper.

It takes us a few wrong turns to find the West Coast Trail office, but we locate it, check in and chat with the lady manning it. She is very friendly and we quiz her about a few things concerning the trail. We tell her we will return for the orientation at 3:30.

We wander over to the small boat dock where the ferry that crosses the river is moored. We talk to Karl who operates the ferry on the weekends. He is originally from Tofino. He used to do trail maintenance, then drove the bus from Bamfield to Port Renfrew and now pilots the ferry. It is his opinion the trail is not being maintained the way it should be. The conversation returns to boats he says he tell us he is only supposed to make 5 scheduled trips a day. He is not supposed to make extra trips and if hikers get to the opposite side after 4:30 pm, they have to spend the night there. Sometimes fishermen will run hikers across – but for a price. Karl says that if it is raining and he sees the signal buoy go up, he will go get the hikers even if it is not scheduled, it is a safety thing and he doesn’t want hikers to get hypothermia in the wet and cold. Karl is friendly, calm and easy to chat to and we enjoy our half hour visit with him.

We stay at Pacheedaht Campground, spitting distance from the trail office. Zach, from Edmonton, manages the campground and is super friendly. He convinces us to park our vehicle in their lot for the week we are on the trail. He gives us the same price as the more well known parking guy – $30 for the week. We camp in Site #18 which is down the road abit but right on the river. We set up camp and watch the tide come in causing the river to rise. Seagulls lift off en masse. Crows squawk. It is time to take in nature and leave the city behind. The sun is warm, but the wind is cool.

Pacheedaht Campground view

The afternoon fog brings in a coolness and we take shelter in the tent. It is warm inside hidden away until it’s time to go to the WCT orientation. There are 20 people at the orientation. We learn a couple of items that we did not know. One important one was about a couple of unmarked surge channels it looks like we will have to cross on the second day.

After the orientation, we stop at the General Store to buy a newspaper. When we come out of the store, maybe 5 minutes later, two fellows come over to tell us a GMC truck had backed into our vehicle and driven away. Fortunately they both had gotten the license plate number. We spend the next half hour getting the details, taking pictures and phoning the police. We were able to file a report over the phone but cannot pursue it until after we get off the trail. This is the second time a vehicle of Debbie’s has been in an accident on the coast.

We sup at the Coastal Kitchen. We eat Fish and Chips for $14 (Halibut) and $13 (Salmon). The fish comes in either batter or grilled for those who need a no gluten alternative. The salad and fries are delicious.

Pacheedaht campsite view

Early to bed as we need to be up at 6:00 to catch the 8:20 ferry over to the Gordon River Trailhead.