Jenn and I just got back from camping with pals at Weaver Lake. I wanted to write about it here, but then I ended up emailing Bill about it and I like how I write when I email him, so I’m going to copy and paste most of that email to here, Tom-style.
We left Friday morning and caught the 1 pm ferry to Horseshoe Bay but that was kind of dumb because we got to the mainland just in time for rush hour traffic. But it ended up being neat because we took some alternate routes and went through some communities I’ve never seen before, and some Jenn hadn’t seen in 20 years or ever been to. I learned that Maple Ridge is a really shitty, gross, neat community, kind of like the worst areas of Sooke, and Mission is a really awesome ugly town. Like Duncan was when we were kids. Filthy, poor. Then we went through a couple tiny communities that were super quaint. The first was Dewdney, and the next was Deroche. Dewdney just had a super old general store/post office, and an awesome gross-looking restaurant across the street called Michael’s Family Restaurant. There was also a historic pub just down another road but we didn’t have a chance to see it.
Deroche just had a community hall and a general store, but the general store had everything — post office, liquor store, groceries, Chester’s Fried Chicken, ammunition, etc. And the place was hopping on Friday night! The lineup in there was huge. Jenn had put on some silly devil horns in the car and then forgot to take them off, and she fit in perfectly in there.
We got to the group campground in the evening, like 6 or 7 pm. It was in a really remote area, and was just our big group of friends. Set our tent up, saw lots of old friends, caught up. A bunch of people were lighting off tons of crazy fireworks. I went to bed around 1 am, Jenn came to bed sometime after that.
The next day we relaxed with friends, I tanned on the dock, then Jenn and I did a big hike around Weaver Lake. The website said it was only 6 km but it took us about 2.5 hrs so I don’t think that was accurate. It was really nice though. Got back to camp and our pal Tony had brought a frozen turkey, wrapped it in bacon and stuffed it with hot dog wieners, wrapped the whole thing in tinfoil, buried it in the giant fire pit, and then cooked it all day with the camp fire. He pulled it out at about 7 and everyone was enrapt. There was lots of cheering and excitement to see if it had actually worked or if it would be a grotesque mess. It smelled badly burnt. He pulled back all the tinfoil and the end of a leg was exposed and it was absolutely charred. The crowd let out a collective “noooo.” Tony pulled more tinfoil back and the whole breast was charred and sunken. All the meat had burnt off! We laughed and gave up all hope on the bird. Then he stabbed deeper down into it with a big knife and ripped some meat off with that, and the meat lower down was perfect! Well, it was very dry, but it was thoroughly cooked and safe to eat, which no one believed would ever be possible, and the crowd cheered. There was high five’s and hugs all round, like we’d just won a war or an election. I used meat from it and made myself a turkey dog for dinner, which was awesome.
Jenn and I left early on Sunday morning because we wanted to get home before night time. We got up around 8, packed up and left by 9. We stopped at a sad swap meet in Deroche where I bought a few ugly things, and then got brunch at Michael’s family restaurant. It was really good! Oh and we checked out the super old general store across the street too, chatted with the old lady running it.
I had wanted to stop at Robin’s Donuts in Langley on the way home but we had to race to catch the 12:45 ferry so not this time 😦 Next time though!