Last stay on Vancouver Island

My last night on the island is in Nanaimo, which is close to the ferry terminal.  I'm staying in the same rv park I stayed in on the way up to Telegraph Cove but this time I got the very, very last campsite available because of something they call the "French Camp" which must consist of at least a bazillion kids and bikes.  Maddie and Jaxson's heart rates are sky high.  They don't know what kids are and they scare them to death.  And I'm wondering what the heck happened to my peace and quiet except for the occasional bear.

Good Bye, Marty and Patti.  Good Bye new friends.  Good Bye to my fishing guide, Roy.  Good Bye, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada and Good Bye to Telegraph Cove.

Such an unique experience and one that my terribly forgetful mind won't misplace the memory of, I'm sure.  I was at such peace up at the Cove. I don't know if it was because of the people, the ocean, the magnificent mountains, the animals or the fact that the tall, tall trees in the forest made it seem like a church.  I would have loved to stay forever but one needs to furnish a million dollar bond for medical expenses OR find a Canandian man to marry.  I ain't got neither, so I'm on my way home.  Connie, I tried to rope in one of those Canadian mounties the other night but no such luck, again.

One more island animal I forgot.  They're pretty scarce but I got a quick picture of one.

Mary said, in 20 years of coming up here every summer, that's the only elk she's seen.  I asked a local how the mountain lions got on the island.  He said they swam over.  Did the elk swim, too?  Nope.  They were planted.  Good soil up here; wonder why there aren't more of them.
My ferry reservation is for 5:15 A.M. tomorrow.  It was that one or 10:30 p.m.  So I set both alarms for 3 a.m. and hopefully won't run into a snag.

View of the mountains on the mainland of British Columbia from Telegraph Cove.
                           Beautiful, beautiful sight, eh?