First Camp - Houston

We were getting a bit tired and Cipi wanted to ensure that we would camp tonight. He wanted to drink several Four Lokos (a wild and crazy beverage that has a wacky impact on him) and check out sleeping in a hammock tent. By dusk, we found a great little family run RV and tent camp near Houston. They had a section for tents and catered to motorcycle touring types. We picked a nice site and set up for the first time. I had to teach Cipi how to select the trees for a hammock and how to use the two ring plus carabiner short cut for connecting the hammock, and finally how to set up the fly (tent fly, not pant fly). He got it … inflated his foam/air mattress and was ready for the evening. Jeff and I set up the MEC tent - and the fly smelled weird - sort of like piss. Jeff thought it was the poly urethane coating, but I thought it was piss. The tent was last used at a weekend music festival, and my guess is some drunk festival goer got up at night and pissed wherever they were pointed …  Ughh, not the best image before falling to sleep.

Shady Rest RV camp - the best site on the trip

Our Camp site is marked in the top center - nestled in the trees (to hang a hammock)

We head into Houston to look for food and ended up at the recommended restaurant. Jeff had a pasta dish and Cipi and I had local fish, kitchen made, fish and chips - it was really good (no food porn). We strike up a conversation with the server who is interested in where are are going. She is native but has very fair features and doesn’t have much awareness of the rest of Canada. We are definitely starting to get into the north of BC. The ratio of pickup trucks to cars and natives to “immigrants” is changing. The town wasn’t particularly friendly to the strangers on motorcycles but then, we were definitely outsiders in many ways. 

Back to camp at dusk - 10:30, that’s new as well (the days are definitely getting longer), a little camp fire, some beer and Four Loko and Cipi is ready for bed. Where’s your sleeping bag dude? I ask. “What, I was supposed to bring a sleeping bag? - it wasn’t on the list”. You don’t go camping without a sleeping bag I reply. You’re going to be cold tonight. 

Cipi - success setting up the hammock

Taking the Beemer to the wood shed

What do you mean - I should have brought a sleeping bag????

7 PM and the sun is still high in the sky

Camp site set up and ready to go to dinner

The camp offered great quality showers so I’m off for an S³(Shower, Sh!t and Shave) before bed. The sky is very clear with no light pollution - so it was cold at night, We wake up to Cipi returning from the showers. He’s finally warmed up after a chilly night and inquires about how he could come into possession of a sleeping bag - Canadian Tire is the answer. 

Of course he forgets to lock the shower room door so he’s greeting with a surprise, or perhaps he delivers a surprise to the old man opening the unlocked door, expecting privacy, only to find a naked Romanian bear. Jeff suggested “next time you leave the door unlocked, make sure it’s the lady’s shower and the outcome will be more interesting”