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When I was a child, my family camped. We camped every single summer on Hornby Island at Tribune Bay Campground. Our first summer, we were completely unprepared, and on our first night the rain clouds opened up and poured on everyone. Needless to say, the local CO-OP store’s tarp section was raided at first light.

I believe this picture was snapped somewhere in the vicinity of 1988.

(Please note the following: bright orange mountain bike, turquoise blue shoes with neon green laces, baby pink socks, orange and black shorts, NKOTB t-shirt, denim jacket and backwards cap. Did I really need to tell you this was in the 80s? I suppose so, being that if I hadn’t, you would’ve guessed me as the fourth member of Hanson).

Okay, so that was a bit of tangent, being that the point of this post is camping. While I haven’t camped on Hornby Island since the summer of 1999, and haven’t camped at all since the summer of 2001, I am more than ecstatic that I’ll be camping in Tofino in less weeks than I have fingers.

The last time I was in Tofino was nearly two years ago. I went there for only a day with someone who meant – and still means – a great deal to me. Every single time I visit that place, I experience a euphoria that I find nowhere else. Ever since the first time my toes dug into the sand at Long Beach, I’ve felt a disconnect with the rest of the world when I’m on the true west coast. It’s as if Tofino is the only place on Earth that actually exists.

I hesitate to even talk about Tofino and it’s undeniable beauty because, in truth, it bothers me when a posse of city yuppies roll into the Pacific Rim in their SUVs and party like it’s 1999. Like Hornby Island, Tofino is a special and sacred place – not a party or tourist destination. I suppose that it’s something I feel because I’m a true Islander and, thus, protective of my Island.

Again, I deviate…

A few months back, Jen had mentioned going to Tofino to attend a surf camp (I am in major need of a brush up on my so-called surfing skills). Fast forward to what I’ve been feeling lately, and a trip to Tofino has become inevitable. She booked us into the last available campground, located snugly between the airport and the landfill, which is only a short walk from my beloved Schooner Cove. The idea of waking so close to the waves I love, stretching into my yoga practice at sunrise on the sand and spending a sun-filled afternoon in the waves is more than I can fathom. In fact, the truth is, I can’t even yet believe that I will be going.

So last night I made my list and checked it twice. Sooner than I can imagine, we’ll be loading up my mom’s car (she is generous enough to lend it to us for two days – she just doesn’t know it yet. Thanks, Mom!) and heading west. I think I’ll leave my turquoise-with-lime-green-laces kicks at home this time.