Finding our latest van-camp
We did not extend our driveway camping for a second night. Instead, after fond farewells, we headed by a new route to our next destination. Through the hills, cross country, to the main highway. Went well, considering that we had only a vague clue that a road even existed. And getting into the big city is old school, after all these years.
Construction, everywheres. Even down by the river, where I though the big digs were completed back BC (before children). In any case, we opted to going to the east side of the metropolitan area before trying our next social experiment. Vax passports. We come from another jurisdiction, so a certain amount of explaining about how our province hadn’t adopted a QR cide had to be given. No matter, we were in a restaurant, and their only reason to exist is to feed folks like us.
Next move: finding our mysterious van-camp. Near the bay. It does exist, although the way in involved odd detours through a major industrial complex. At the gate, a young guardian explained the non-standard hours and requirement for life by the river. We then drove around an improvised labyrinth until we discovered all twenty-five site markers. Yes, life is like an adventure game.
Later, we returend to the city center to meet son #3 (first time since a very long time) and discuss life until the urge for pizza became too strong. We dropped him off along the road home, and once again discovered our hidden campground. This time, in the dark. Just as puzzling as during daylight. And with that, we’re parked for the rest of the night.
