This beautiful beach is right behind our camping spot up on a ridge, where we will be for the next two weeks... When we came back to the bus last night at 10 pm, we saw two boys on their bikes with their fishing rods, heading to the lake. Going fish… — This beautiful beach is right behind our camping spot up on a ridge, where we will be for the next two weeks... When we came back to the bus last night at 10 pm, we saw two boys on their bikes with their fishing rods, heading to the lake. Going fishing at 10 pm... The stories you'll tell your grandkids one day...

Photo taken at 11:30 pm on June 15th, no filter applied.

Photo taken at midnight on June 19th, no filter applied.

I was woken up by a raven pecking at something on the roof of the bus. It had been another night of restless sleep, hiding from the light coming in from around the curtains, trying not to hear our campground neighbors that are up all night sitting around the bonfire laughing and drinking... As I finally started to drift off to sleep, the resident mouse found something interesting to munch on... I turned on my back and exhaled, defeated. It would be another one of those nights... I grabbed the bear spray and headed to the lake where I could maybe find peace again...

I have adopted a little spot under a small poplar tree on the ridge where I am sheltered from the wind coming from the mountains. I curl on the soft carpet of bearberry bushes and yarrow, snug and warm in my puffy winter coat. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just look at the sky and listen to the sound of the crashing waves on the shore, feeling the earth that is still warm from the day under me. My hair and clothes constantly smell of wood smoke. I almost feel like I make one with this place. And there is peace in that.