While last segment was rather light on Curbside Classics this one will make up for it as we explore Vancouver Island.
Day six is all on Vancouver Island but it larger than one might suspect. We still manage to rack up quite a few kilometers.
If you recall the last segment I mentioned that the campsite owner was telling the people in line before us it was busy and they might have to share a site. A quick wander around the next morning showed it to be maybe a quarter full at best.
This is our “four tent” site. As a welcome to Vancouver Island it rained overnight quite a bit and continued into the morning. The campsite was such a damp sort of place we just packed our stuff up wet as it likely never would have dried no matter how long we stayed into the day.
The campsite had a bunch of little roads going all over. The owner obviously had a sense of humor about it though.
Someone must have been a mechanic in a previous life as there were plenty of rims and big rig truck brake drums used as planters. Each section had a name like Tire-Rim garden.
The extended family seemed to have houses interspersed between sections of the campsite. There were quite a few classic cars around too including this air cooled Beetle.
A rather nice Mustang poking out of a car shelter.
Here is a Canadian market Dodge sporting a for sale sign. In this time period they were a Plymouth body with Dodge trim often nicknamed Plodges.
Ripe berries in June already? You certainly would not see this sight in Alberta so early.
We rode into the nearby town of Port Hardy to look around and fuel up. This is 94 octane but this was the most expensive fuel this far. The conversion comes to a touch over $5US/gallon. Luckily with a small bike one’s fuel bill is never big.
We were able to get right down to the dock for a first close up look at the ocean.
Heading inland the scenery turned to small mountains with lots and lots of trees.
Where you have lots of trees you also get logging trucks. Plenty of them here. They also tend to drop wood debris on the road so you have to keep an eye on the road as a motorcyclist.
Quite a few nice lakes to be seen as well. If you can see pass the trees that is.
An old tractor in Sayward where we stopped for lunch. I do not claim to be a tractor expert but perhaps one of our readers can identify this one. (Update from the comments – late 40’s early 50’s Farmall Cub).
The restaurant itself featured several stuffed heads on the wall.
There were a few other bikes traveling the island as well including this retro inspired Honda CB1100. Even scooter behind had a bigger engine than my bike.
This Volkswagen van was with us on the ferry and we saw it a few times later in the day.
A Retired logging truck? Not sure on the marque of this one either. (Update from the comments – either a Pacific or Hayes logging truck – both built on Vancouver Island).
The cab did not have any obvious badging to shed light on the make.
Later in the journey a nut fell off my brake light so I had to source a replacement along the road at this Suzuki dealer. They assumed I was local and offered to order one in from the catalog. I declined and got them just to find something that would fit for now.
As far as road side repairs go this one is pretty minor but it is still an excuse to get the factory tool kit out again. It is wedged in above the battery.
An old Dodge 800 truck resting nearby.
Even more appealing is this Mack B-series dump truck.
We kept going south before heading west towards Tofino. Volkswagen vans of various generations are common here.
Along the route we were able to visit another old growth forest. Smaller but still impressive trees than the first one and this time Douglas Fir.
You lose a sense of the scale in photos but these are big trees.
As we headed west traffic in general increased. We came across a hot rod and the bike population grew. We were hit with scattered rain and I discovered that my “rain” gear was not at all rain proof. The pants in particular let everything through. The design of my bike seems to funnel water directly at ones crotch which does not do much for overall comfort.
We hit more rain and dipping temperatures as we rode towards Tofino. The sun came out as we rolled into the visitor center and it had a classic Ford Mustang leaving the parking lot. I was darn cold so I made a beeline for the visitor center building. We made small talk with the employee inside while I warmed up and dripped onto their floor.
At least it was not raining still and the tourist center provided us with a map of near by campsites. We had planned to stay near or in Tofino but it appeared that so had everyone else as all the campsites were already booked up so we headed for nearby Ucluelet.
The first choice campground appeared to be many kilometers down a gravel road so we abandoned that thought and pressed on.
We ended up in the campground within the town of Ucluelet. It had a neat collection of old wood that might have been tsunami debris. There were several tsunami warning signs about – comforting.
The campground also had an old chassis with flat head Ford V8 in it. It soon started raining so we set up our tents for the night.
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