8-10 August
I find myself wondering if I'm becoming a party poop in my old age. My home, across from a community park, near the sea and an estuary, is a delightful place to live--most of the time. August is the exception. It's not the climate, although we do get a few toasty days, but the annual Beachfest, which attracts hordes of visitors. The nadir of the event is the Rock the Park weekend, when there's incessant VERY LOUD pop music. In previous years, I've found it hard to escape and tiresome. This year, I decided to spend the weekend at Cluxewe, my favourite campground, up-Island by Port McNeill. It was a good choice. I left early Friday morning, driving north by the Oceanside Route--there's a faster inland highway, but the slower route is pleasant and has good spots to stop, eat lunch, enjoy the view. It's consistent with a decision to seek quiet. I knew Cluxewe would be busy, but it's set up in such a way that it h...