Dumping; Baby

Friday is approaching. On Friday, registration for the race is taking place. We need to think a bit about how to manage our time so that we don't arrive too early, but also not too late on Friday in Cumberland. It’s about 250 kilometers from Tofino. The day is expected to be nice again. At the moment, however, there is quite a bit of fog and it is freezing cold at 8 degrees. This morning, our wastewater indicator showed 'full'. That means it's time to empty it. It would be a punishment task, but since we have both been good, we’ll do it together. Peter bravely puts on the rubber gloves. The hose for connecting is extendable and transparent!!! Luckily, we only have dishwater; everything else is just dirty, quite literally, imagination. Peter kneels halfway next to the camper, holding the hose that goes into the drain, all hatches open, ship ahoy..., Anja is inside rinsing with a bucket of water. From a distance, it’s an interesting sight, Peter, with his yellow rubber gloves, kneeling and watching the wastewater... sexy is not the word!
Everything went well, leaving no lasting damage. Now we urgently need something nice for the eyes. Pacific Rim National Park, Long Beach: driftwood, starfish waiting for the tide, and enchanted fairytale forests. We saw some whales in the distance again. At the visitor center, we find out that there are orcas that are native here, living in family groups of up to 50 members. Despite the wolf warning, we do a few cliff hikes along the wonderfully wild Pacific coast. We didn’t encounter a wolf, but we found a lovely little town with many coffee shops and a small harbor - Ucluelet.
Tofino is a dead end for drivers, which means we have to take the shake shake road #4 back towards the east. And no, it hasn’t gotten any better, but the weather has. On the way back, we discover the Sproud Lake Provincial Park, getting one of the last spots right in the rainforest and by the lake - lovely. It’s getting late, and the park ranger comes to collect fees, 45 dollars. For locals, it's 25. It’s fair that we tourists have to pay more. The Canadians, a people who love camping and being outdoors, are overwhelmed by tourists. It’s like everywhere in the world: The ever-increasing number of people who can afford to travel faces a world that unfortunately does not grow with this need.