It is 2am and I am awake. This is because a few sites over, some 17 to 22 year old white males are whooping across the campground at a site a bit up the road from us where another group of 17 to 22 year old white males are whooping back. This is a frustrating situation. On the one hand, I want to shout at them to shut the hell up, it is 2am, already, on the other hand, they are 17 to 22 year old white males and they are drunk, they have been drinking for hours, since we returned to camp after dinner in town.… continued…
Disclaimer: BC Ferries and Camping and RV in BC sponsored our travels.
I love to travel in British Columbia. It’s just up the road from my home in Seattle, but it’s still a whole different country. It’s easy to travel there — there’s no language barrier — but the slight shifts in cultural norms make for some good thinking about what makes up American DNA.
And it’s beautiful, BC is beautiful. Our last trip went to the Gulf Islands, rugged little rock piles covered in huge trees, surrounded by pretty little coves, sparsely populated but still offering excellent bakeries.… continued…
