I know I keep writing about the vastness and remoteness of Canada but I really do find it staggering. Take San Drift lake, as the crow flies it's about 20 miles from Big White, not far really except the only way of getting there is down logging roads, un-maintained, un-tarmaced, made from nothing more than dirt, cutting through the forests with the odd sign of human life when there are patches of active logging. You definitely do not want to break down, there are animals out there that you can only dream of, bears, wolverines, cougars, moose, most of which would have you for breakfast. Not the moose maybe, they'd just kill you for the sheer hell of it because they're soooo stupid! Not even the loggers would provide a safe haven, they are men not to be messed with!
One of Lucy's friends at school was having a birthday and she wanted to go camping for her birthday, but had asked if we would go and spend the day at the lake. Good job she didn't ask us to camp as there's not a cats chance in hell I'd camp out there!!
So, with no mobile signal and with no sat nav or map we set off! Just relying on old fashioned paper directions! Luckily, we made it with no problems at all and it was such a lovely spot, peaceful and so pretty. We roasted weiners on an open fire, played hide and seek, ate cake and drank beer in front of the lake. Awesome!
Lucy and her friend Tosh
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