I woke up this morning to the sound of rain. I love this sound it is so melodic and comforting, but this morning was even more enjoyable than ever as I hunkered down in my warm dry blankets. I peered out the window in hopes of seeing some blue sky but all I saw were big grey rain clouds and many vacated campsites that had been abandoned by fellow tent campers. As I got out of bed I turned on the motorhome’s heater. It was so wonderful and I felt very spoiled to spend all morning warm and dry playing games with the kids waiting out the rain. If we had been in our tent we would have packed up our soggy gear and seeked out a dry warm abode to heat our chilled bones. Just as the children were starting to get stir crazy after lunch the rain eased up and we headed to town.
Recently we had discovered that Bella Pacifica campground has a bus stop for the Tofino Transit bus. Well, I wouldn’t really call it a bus it is more like a 10 person passenger van that provides overpriced transportation fees. For a 5 kilometre ride tickets cost $2/adult and $1/ child for one way! Nevertheless, we figured $ 12 was worth not driving the huge rig into town and dealing with the hassle of trying to squish ourselves into tiny parking stalls designed for Volkswagen bugs.
In town, we indulged ourselves with treats coffee for the adults and sloppy ice cream cones for the children. We meandered in and out of the eclectic boutiques enjoying the non-big box commercialized stores. Then the most important part of our town adventure was the playground where the children amused themselves on the mini-zip trek line. We made it back to our campground avoiding the torrential downpour that had started. Thankful again to be able to scurry inside our dry motorhome we avoided becoming a drowned rat.
The rain eased off after dinner and my husband took the kids for a walk down at the beach. Just as the heavier rain st
arted the kids came tumbling inside the motorhome. At this point I wished we had an awning to possibly avoid mayhem at the doorway of the RV. Two kids battling it out trying to kick boots off and climb the stairs into the dry RV at the same time, calls for a disaster. After my husband told me he and the kids were going to roast marshmallows. I couldn’t believe it…trying to start a fire in the rain! Laughing I said “ this will be interesting roasting marshmallow on smoke…mmm we could call them smoked marshmallows! Determined he went outside and started his mission. I watched him from the motorhome’s window as he blew and blew on the fire. He then placed a boogie board over the fire pit covering the tiny flame and blew. Miraculously this strategy worked because soon the kids bundled in rain gear were happily roasting marshmallow and not smoked ones!
arted the kids came tumbling inside the motorhome. At this point I wished we had an awning to possibly avoid mayhem at the doorway of the RV. Two kids battling it out trying to kick boots off and climb the stairs into the dry RV at the same time, calls for a disaster. After my husband told me he and the kids were going to roast marshmallows. I couldn’t believe it…trying to start a fire in the rain! Laughing I said “ this will be interesting roasting marshmallow on smoke…mmm we could call them smoked marshmallows! Determined he went outside and started his mission. I watched him from the motorhome’s window as he blew and blew on the fire. He then placed a boogie board over the fire pit covering the tiny flame and blew. Miraculously this strategy worked because soon the kids bundled in rain gear were happily roasting marshmallow and not smoked ones! 