Summer, 2011
Returning from Alaska, driving through BC, raining for days, rivers at flood stage.
I was hesitant to boondock since I did not know the lay of the land and was worried about flooding, having seen several areas where homes and roads were flooded. Driving in my van through mountains and came upon a small village that looked like it belonged in a movie, so beautiful, nestled in the mountains. There was an RV park so I pulled in to register.
The elderly (80's) gentleman behind the desk asked me how many in my party and he was surprised when I said just me (female traveling alone). He invited me to join him and a few friends for a beer in the kitchen. I accepted.
His strong accent prompted me to ask where he was from. One story led to another...Turns out he was a retired tiger trainer in a European circus. The stories he told..his first wife was killed by a tiger they had hand raised in their home. He talked for hours about his life and I was fascinated and humbled.
Summer, 2014, boondocking in western Colorado mountains.
A young couple on bicycles rode into the area where I was camped (same van), asking about water sources. I offered beverages and they accepted. The young man was obviously from Canada, eh? I asked him where he was from and he said, "I live in a small RV park in a small town in BC." He commented it was run by a crazy old man. Further questioning and yes, it was the same place and the same man!! I asked him if he'd ever sat down and talked with the old guy and he said no. I suggested he give that a try and asked him to give my best regards to his landlord, "from the lady from *****". They filled their water jugs and left.
Then there's the Lady Musher and her twelve Siberian Huskies...a story for another day
