Scary stories with a happy ending

Looking out of the small window, morning is already announced. The weather is supposed to get worse and it's sticking to that. Dark clouds are passing by, no more sun. Duvet off and get up or duvet over the head and continue sleeping? Today we're having a road day because of the weather. That means we want to head north on Highway #99 and then, near Lillooet, head south on the Trans-Canada Highway #1 back toward Vancouver. This way we'll see a different area and can stop wherever we like. Long story short, we get up and set off quite early. By the way, the bear did not visit us last night.
1st stop Nairn Falls. A hike along the river to the impressive waterfall. The water rushes at an extreme speed through the narrow rocks. From above, it occasionally gets wet.
2nd stop. Pemberton. A town with a few small shops (clothing for cowboys and cowgirls, a café in the old train station (which we obviously use, coffee with a view of the tracks and almond pastries), 2 liquor stores (we obviously don’t use at eleven in the morning), and a supermarket. It has everything you need to survive in this area: donuts with maple syrup glaze, bagels, huge red Delicious apples (survival list Anja).
The highway winds narrowly along the rocks through the forest. The road is pockmarked with holes, and now and then huge lumber trucks come by that aren't exactly smooth to drive. It's cloudy, and the surrounding area is quite dull gray. The surrounding mountains are 2000-3000 meters high. In the Rockies, they are of course double that height, but we’re not driving that far. Maybe there will be a next time. Peter was here for the last time 30 years ago, while for Anja, it’s about 10 years ago. But she was here for the first time 30 years ago. Oh my, how old we are! To remember: 113
3rd stop: involuntarily. No, we can hardly believe our eyes. Right across the highway comes a black bear, and then it gets incredible, four cubs are treading and jumping after it. Oh how cute!
4th stop: Lillooet. A small town in the Native reserve. Here we refuel, cross the gigantic Fraser River, and head south on #12. The landscape changes, the mountains are not as high anymore, there are scattered farms in the vast gorges of the river. There's hardly any traffic, which is quite relaxing, and the road surface is much better. We should start looking for a campsite. We pass by the next reserve, Lytton (the confluence of the Thomson and Fraser Rivers and the entrance to #1). Lytton, a small place, has already fallen victim to wildfires three times. It is quite visible; the gigantic forest consists only of black stumps. The houses are new, and there are still containers for living. You can hardly imagine the significance of such a massive fire. With awe and a slightly saddened feeling, we continue and discover a sign ‘Blue Lake Campground’. Let’s take it. But it’s not as straightforward as that. We turn off Highway #1 and follow the signs. A steep gravel path leads 1 kilometer through the forest. The camper and we are thoroughly shaken. We’re wondering where we’re ending up here, thoughts from horror movies flash through our brains 'Missing at Blue Lake' or 'The Camper Killer of Blue Lake'. It all ends at a sky-blue enchanted lake with a private dock at the campsite. Well, that’s a surprise; we won't say no to that. There aren't many campers here. Are all the others missing?... huhhh... No, it’s very nice here. We lie on the dock, have eaten well, watch the clouds, and are happy that the rain forecast has - not yet - come true.
An unspectacular but still very satisfying day comes to an end.
...Peter, did you make sure to lock all the doors?...