This place was an accident.  I never wanted to go to Squamish.  Whistler was the ultimate destination.  Foolishly Siobhán and I thought we would also be able to get a site at a free campground 5 minutes from Whistler Village.  You see, the thing is that we did not even realize that is was a Friday until we got to the Whistler area and the traffic was slow and thick.  We didn’t find out it was the BC Day long weekend until we were told that information in the info centre.  The lady in the info centre was most unhelpful, and very snooty.  She said stuff like ‘I don’t know about forest camping,’ ‘I could have made you hotel reservations in the village, but you would have had to call months ago.’ This was my favorite ‘We had a pamphlet about camping in the area over there.  I order a few every month, but we never seem to have any after a few days.”

    We drove to Squamish.  All the campgrounds had NO Vacancy signs posted. We nestled into a little old parking lot at the entrance to a provincial park.  The police did a drive by, the the park ranger did a drive by, stopped and got out, picked up a dead animal, and drove away.  We thought that meant free sailing all night (it did).  The police did one more drive by, this time with a flashlight aimed to look in all the windows. The police never got out, never used his loud speaker.

    Free sailing all night.