Kicking Horse Campsite, Yoho National Park
Yoho Vally Road, Field, BC, V0A 1G0
Cost per Site: $27-30 (although we only paid $20 as the showers were down!)
Fire Pits: $8.80 (no restrictions)
Extra Costs: National Park Entry Pass is Required (costs varies for families/seniors/children but approximately $10 per person a day and can be collected at booths upon entry to the national parks)
Bear Boxes: Available
Toilets: Available with Electric Points
Showers: Available (in July 2014 not operational)
Extras: Couple of hiking Trails, day treks and evening activities/presentations
So the Sign Post Forest in Watson Lake. The history of it starts in the early 40′s when Private Carl K Lindley of Company D, 341st Army Engineers had been relieved temporarily from his post due to injury and put on light duties for recovery. It was upon being requested to repair the signage to the Military Airbase and Airport that Private Carl K Lindley, apparently a little homesick, decided to personalise the sign and pinned up his home town and the distance to it.
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Now I don’t know who of you may have been to such an event, but I can assure you it’s quite something. A whole two days of fun we spent at the rodeo feasting our eyes on horse bucking, chuck wagon racing, bulling throwing, calf catching, everything you can eat on a stick, blacksmiths, cow boys, cow girls and so much more!
So I awoke in the discomfort of the twisted bed clothes and a hot flush. Being 5am my limbs were barely operational and flailed in a drunken octopus manner trying desperately to untangle and remove the mensa puzzle of a sweat soaked bed sheet in some vague attempt to cool myself down. My flourishing arms, jarring legs and screwed-up eyed face let out grumpy grunts comparable to a ladies tennis match and increased my temperature to the infernos of hell until finally I was freed and laid sprawled in the muggy aired room. A few minutes passed and I hoped limply for a cool breeze to pass over my hotter-than-the-sun body.. but I found no relief.
So we headed on up to Tobermorey yesterday and it was all proper countryside! Very British but on a much vaster scale and with these rather quaint drive ways leading to tall, brick built properties which backed on to these barely-standing-barns surrounded by perfectly manicured shrubs. Such an odd combination! It’s fab to be back on the road and in the elements again although I have to say there were some proper stinky smells (we’re not talking manure fresh, we’re more on the dead-fish-dog-breath scale. Entirely rancid, the kind of stench that your whole face violently repels in an instance, causing your nose to twist and strain in some kind of manic attempt to close down all operations. The pleasures of motorcycle riding eh? ;)) We were kind of a bit sleepy riding up and due to being fairly sunny I had the visor down most of the time. Initially I thought that due to this it was kind of dulling down the whole area around making it a kind of dusty grey look. But when I popped the sun visor up it hadn’t changed. Very bizarre kind of landscape… there was no real vibrancy to it, it was almost as if it had been desaturated of it’s colour. So despite all these rolling hills, meandering rivers, towering trees, hay fields and bundles, gorgeous villages of brick build properties with towers and grand drives… every thing had a kind of wistful melancholy to it. The funny thing is, the place names and road names have a lot of “grey” titles. “Grey Road”, “Greyline” “Grey Street”, “Grey Barns”… it was all very… dulled down.