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Sechelt Quest: The Lost Camp, Part Four

And so we had reached the coastline. But we could not find the old camp grounds. We examined the area and found it to be lacking for our needs. The elevation rose too sharply and too fast off the coastline to allow for much of a campground. The ground that was level, was mostly beach sand and rock. And there was new private property that restricted access when arriving by the trail. So this site had proven to be a dead end.

That said, there were a number of alternate trails that looked promising on the map in this area that we had noticed previously. We had no time to check on them now however, if we intended to make the last ferry back to Horseshoe bay.

And so we packed up and headed out. The trip back up to the main trail was murderous. I jury rigged some make shift nordic poles to assist me. Donald began explaining the technical specs of all of the gear he wanted to distract himself. Jordan began plotting to murder the universe in order to keep himself entertained.


When we finally reached the top of the trail and made our way back to the wonderful lake with the intent of submerging our heads in it in order to cool down our baking skulls, we found a couple with a four wheel drive truck just finishing up a picnic.

We all dunked our skulls and then Jordan gave Donald the vehicle keys and I volunteered Donald for rescue duty by asking the couple if they could drive him down to our vehicle. Otherwise we had little chance of making the ferries back. The couple (and Donald) graciously agreed. And off they went.

We remaining three continued along on the trail, with Jordan bravely earning his $#!& in the woods badge after asking a very memorable question.

"Is this poison ivy? No? Then its toilet paper. Everyone keep walking."

Shortly after, Donald arrived like the cavalry, saving us two to three hours on foot (elevation is a crazy thing).

We now even had enough time to have dinner. And food rarely tastes as good as that meal did, after an epic trek like that.

We made the ferry as the third last vehicle squeaking on, because there was no room for the buses ahead of us. Walked in to the ferry we were drunk as a function of muscle and joint pain from the hike, and sat down to watch Superman in the gift shop.

It had been a good trip.

Sechelt Quest: The Lost Camp, Part Three

So, when we had left off yesterday, we had reached the beach! And had also promised you the video of the beach. So here it is, enjoy:

If the video will not display, it is available on youtube here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDtXDVAEdA8

Tomorrow we will cover the trip back, the sacred lake, and our meeting with Superman. Stay Tuned!

Sechelt Quest: The Lost Camp, Part Two

When last we left our intrepid quartet, we were heading down the dusty trail surrounded by berry bushes and fresh bear poop.

Yummy!

The final leg of the journey to Sechelt Inlet was all down hill, and steeply down hill, 800 meters in about 3 to 4 km or so. And the decline was not steady, it was a a series a brutal drops interspersed with flat strips to lull us into complacency.

And by complacency I mean brutalize our knees with large loose rocks and soft dusty soil, both of which gave way at the slightest pressure from our damaged and battered feet.

But at the end of the trek we found ourselves on the beach looking out at this.

Tune in Tomorrow and we'll show you the video.

Sechelt Quest: The Lost Camp, Part One

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The Weekly meeting of Core Club for Genus Rex decided to have its meeting this week as a day hike. This week's posts will chronicle that epic trip.


We set out Sunday morning at 5:30am for the Horseshoe bay ferry terminal, to catch the first ferry across to Langdale and Gibson and from there up the Sunshine coast to Sechelt. Our goal was here, the abandoned bible camp beyond Mount Richardson Park and Tetrahedron Park that we questing warriors felt might indicate a suitable place for our planned camp.

The trip across the water and up to Sechelt went off without a hitch. We got lost trying to find the hiking trail and went up a dead end trail to a watermain access point in our first attempt to find the trail marked on the map.

Our second attempt at finding the trail was successful, and went headed up towards the potential camp site. And up was the appropriate term, because in 6 km of walking we rose 700 m. The elevation change did a number of my (Ryan Cove) knees and reminded me that I do in fact have arthritis. Donald and Jordan powered through like warrior poets. And Michelle?

Well as you can see from the picture, she was so far ahead of us boys in the first 6 km that we couldn't even see her most of the time. She only allowed us to catch up when she accidentally stepped on a bee and got stung.

After the first 6km the terrain flattened out and the travel became easier. We also realized that we could access this road with Donald's truck or even Jordan's if we slowed down and made allowance for the lower wheel base. None of us wanted to turn around at this point though, and so a mental note was made for the next trip.

As we walked we considered the idea of charging two fees for camp attendance, one for those who hiked the monster hike to the camp, and a higher fee for those who arrived by boat without having to hike. We also argued back and forth the idea of a badge for those who did this hike at least once.

Donald spotted deer tracks, and we began to notice piles of old decomposing bear poop near the end of the even trail.

Our final way station before the next elevation change would be an unnamed lake that was therefore christened Jordan Lake by somebody in the group, but certainly not by Jordan himself.

We paused to reflect on how amazing it looked, but this time we didn't stop to stick our heads in and cool down. That would change on the return trip, but we still had another 4km of switch backs and elevation drops (another 800m) to get through before we reached the point on the map where the old camp was supposed to be....

Continued Tomorrow in Part Two!

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