Then I hit the road. First stop was the Kinsol Trestle<\/a>, reputed to be the highest wooden railway trestle in the British Commonwealth. Made one wrong turn in trying to find it, but no big deal. Note to self though: Google Earth is not yet available everywhere while driving. This is of course a crime, but until it is rectified I should get into the habit of bringing sufficient directions with me printed on dead trees.<\/p>\n Next stop was going to be the Morden Colliery<\/a>, but the turnoff wasn’t marked and I missed it. I was already running a bit behind by now so I decided to leave it for another time.<\/p>\n Proceeded to the West coast, with only snack and bathroom breaks.<\/p>\n Ever have one of those awkward moments where you misspeak or make a mistake in front of a stranger, then feel the need to do something to save face? Yeah. So when I arrived at the junction of the road between Tofino and Ucluelet, there was a park office there. I figured I might as well get my parking pass for the Pacific Rim national park on my way by, so I stopped. Just as I was getting out of the Slaymobile, a woman asked which way I was going. I said “Ucluelet”, and she walked away with her male in tow. The office turned out to be closed, so I got back in and drove out onto the highway again.<\/p>\n Upon reaching the junction proper, I realized I had the two towns confused (only the Nth time that has happened) and it was actually Tofino I was headed for. Sure enough, right around the corner were those two people, hitchhiking. Split second decision, fueled by the fact that they could recognize me and I didn’t want them to think I had been lying, and by my perception that hitching is a fine tradition in these parts, I stopped to pick them up. Dropped them off at the female’s workplace just outside Tofino, which turned out to be the turnoff right before the resort I’m staying at.<\/p>\n That was weird. Normally I’d never pick up hitchers, but I in a quick decision moment I made what I would consider a bad judgement call because I didn’t want them to have a bad opinion of me. Since when do I care so much about what people think of me? This is uncharacteristic and disturbing.<\/p>\n Arrived at my place of sleeping for this vacation: Ocean Village Beach Resort<\/a>. It was recommended to me by some cow-orkers, and it does seem nice. I got an individual cabin all to myself, right on the beach. Here’s the view from the living room of my cabin:<\/p>\n
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