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| Our Ural hauls us and our picnic lunch |
On Saturday, May 31st, we set off on our
Ural Patrol for destinations unknown. Our mission was to locate a free campsite
on North Vancouver Island. We decided to head west from Campbell River on Highway
28 also known as the Gold River Highway. The roadway is very twisty and perfect
for a solo bike; however, for the locked-in feel of the sidecar, my driver,
Frank says it takes work to make all the turns. As the passenger, I enjoy the
feel of movement along the road and look forward to discovering what’s next
around every bend.
We drove curvaceously for 40.9 kilometres past Elk
Falls Provincial Park to a hidden obscure gravel road approximately 1 km past
the Strathcona Park Lodge & Outdoor Education Centre. We entered cautiously
because of its limited markings. My son had explained to us that it would be
tricky to find because you’d be travelling fast on the main highway and there
are no indicators that you’ve reached the nearly invisible side road.
The gravel road was a great find for the Ural. Our
Patrol loves the bumping and grinding of the logging roads on Vancouver Island.
We travelled a very short distance and came upon a sign that read ‘Please Slow
Down’. The narrow path opened up to a breath-taking view of Upper Campbell
Lake. We parked our bike in the gravel pit and walked around to explore the
terrain.
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| Upper Campbell Lake |
“Great looking bike,” said a stranger.
“Oh, thanks,” said Frank.
From there the conversation included a question and
answer session about the Ural’s origin, its year, the quality of the ride and
its practical use as well as it ‘fun’ factor. We learnt both their names and I
spoke with Judy about the wonderful benefits of being a sidecar passenger
versus a person along for the ride on her husband’s Harley. She agreed that
having a full view of all things coming toward you without cranking your neck from
one side to the other is a big deal.
Bill welcomed us to Eagle Point and together, he and
his wife stepped away to have their lunch. We unpacked our picnic bucket and
sat facing the wind-swept lake munching on sandwiches and sipping tea.
Afterward, we walked around the public property and
said hello to some friendly folks along the way. We learnt that the campers,
most of whom have large motor homes, arrive at this location in March each year
to re-claim their campsite.
“We call ourselves squatters,” Bill said.
“Yah, squatters is a good name, but it’s first come
first camp around here,” said Judy.
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| How squatters claim Eagle Point |
The campsite claimers tend to the area by bringing
in and maintaining outhouses, setting up a children’s play area, building ramps
and docks for their boats and swimming. Many of the homesteaders set up flower
pots and painted driftwood to help identify their claim. We heard the distinct
sound of generators rumbling in the background hidden in the forest.
Later, we jumped back on our stead and headed down
the highway. That free site was great looking but it was filled to capacity.
The only available spot was on the gravel pit and we decided that although the
Ural loves to play around in that stuff our motor home may not.
There are many places to explore with our Ural in
this forest-filled area and lots of open logging roads to explore. As a sidecar
passenger, I love the ride.
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