The Bella Pacifica campground is located in Tofino right on Mackenzie Beach in Tofino with beautiful campsites that overlook the ocean. Unfortunately ours is not one of them but between the trees and campers in front of us we have a slight ocean view. After breakfast we all headed down to the beach, my husband and I were unsure of how the children would react to the surf as they had never been in waves. Walking hand in hand with my husband along the beach I watched our children run ahead of us pulling behind them
a long piece of kelp, like a very long snake, shouting “go kelpy, go kelpy, go kelpy”.I stopped to take a picture of a piece of seaweed and when I looked up my children were running into the ocean with all of their clothes on. So much for being fearful of the waves!
Since the waves did not faze the children, we decided to rent wetsuits to spare their clothes and to preserve their warmth in the frigid Pacific Ocean. I drove to the surf shop and when I got there I was faced with a parking dilemma…their lot is very small. I didn’t have much time to act because of the traffic behind me so I said decided to park on the side of the road just abit up the road from the surf shop. Since the shoulder of the road is a bike lane, I tried my best to squeeze snugly beside the bushes so cyclists would still be able to pass by our motorhome.
Just as I was walking away from the motorhome a biker rode up to me and said “is that your motorhome?” I replied “yes”. He said “ you do realize that you are right in the middle of the bike lane” I told him that I had pulled over as much as I could and the cyclist pathway still could be used. I explained to him that I just no alternative for parking because the surf shop has a very tiny parking lot and I was a new RV driver.
He kind of rolled his eyes and then rode away. I was feeling agitated and annoyed that he had scolded me. However, I was in a prickly situation since there was no other nearby parking alternatives. After 15 minutes of picking up the children’s wetsuits and booties we headed back toward the RV. As we approached the motorhome my stomach started to do cartwheels and because of the biker’s stern comments I started to feel to anxious to drive. So, my husband ended up driving back to the campground which is only 4 km away.
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I had quietly wondered when the novelty of driving a thirty foot RV would wear off for my wife and what would it take to wear off? Would she just give up or in this case she got scolded by some forty year something cyclists riding in his thongs. Whatever the case is I was happy to be behind the wheel.
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