About 50km Northwest of Pemberton (and 3+ hours away from home), Birkenhead Lake is hidden off a 15km-long dirt road.
The closer we got, the bigger the mountains surrounding us became. In the beaming sunlight, were snow-capped peak after snow-capped peak. "This is amazing," said M to me and to the mountains and to the sky. "Wow." I said, breathing in and out at the same time. My heart seemed not big enough to take the beauty in.
OUr friends had found this site and recommended it to us, and we were so glad they did!
When we arrived (the last to arrive as always), they'd set up camp, had burgers on the grill, a campfire burning, and a beer in hand. We were keen to join them.
We quickly set up camp, fed the dog, opened a beer, sat in our chairs, and just "were".
We shot the shit with friends. We laughed. We told stories. We sang. We ate. We cheersed.
It was perfect.
The next day – after an exquisitely horrendous night of sleep thanks to a deflated air mattress, a gaseous dog, and a surprising dip in temperature – we explored.
In the morning we took a stroll down to Birkenhead Lake. A beautiful lake surrounded by majestic white-capped mountains. There was a little beach -- one for dogs; one for people (i love BC) -- and walking trails all around.
We would spend the better part of our afternoon here later playing frisbee, playing Aussie footy, trying our hand at fishing (to no avail), and sleeping in the sun.
We also took a mid afternoon stroll to the Goat Lookout. It's a steep hill trail up to a gorgeous lookout over Birkenhead Lake. We sat. We drank it all in. We ate strawberries. We oohed and aahed.
The camping itself was really uneventful -- the way we like it.
Essentially, it was two days of down time, of nature-infused therapy, and of fun and fantastickness.
Can't wait to go back when we have a little more time.
