Banff or Bust
I’m getting ready for The Big Roadtrip to British Columbia with four other wonderful people in a motorhome. Five people, sixteen days, one motorhome—that’s like 22 times the fun. And who says I suck at math?
In 2005 I traveled through New Zealand for sixteen days with one other person in a motorhome, and it was the best vacation I’ve ever had. I cooked all our meals, Crowded House and Brooke Fraser provided the entertainment and New Zealand offered spectacular scenery. Despite a frustrating lack of hobbits, NZ rocked. I can’t help wondering how BC will stack up against NZ.
Canada has more rules than New Zealand, where camping is allowed anywhere it’s not specifically prohibited by a sign. In 2005, we just got in the motorhome and drove, stopped when we felt like it, ate when we felt like it and chose our route on the spur of the moment. For Canada, we’ve planned our route down to the last detail.
I’ve reserved all the camping spaces for our 33-foot motor home. These campsites have lots of rules. Rules. Rules. Rules. No alcohol after 11 p.m. No noise. No eating the bears. There’s rarely a fire pit for grilling them anyway, so what’s the point? Bear carpaccio?
“And are you the person who will take responsibility for any damage?” the call-center woman asked. She was in Toronto and had never been to the national parks of British Columbia, but at least she wasn’t speaking with a chirpy, incomprehensible Indian accent (no offense meant to my sub-continental readers, but sheesh).
“Um, yes, I guess so,” I said. “What damage could we possibly cause?”
“It says here you could burn down Canada,” she said. “Do you want a fire pit?”
Do you know the word bumf? Well, until I saw a documentary on the Banff National Park, I thought Banff sounded a lot like bumf. It turns out that Banff is a near rhyme with the word camp, though. So, excuse me, Banff, you’re not a near rhyme with a slang word for toilet paper.
I’m off to do a bit more research into buying groceries in Banff, which does not sound like toilet paper. I wonder if the woman in Toronto will know if the grocery stores in Banff (snigger) sell gluten-free bread and pasta. I think I’ll call her and ask.
From July 23 to August 25, I’ll be on the road somewhere in British Columbia or in the pacific NW of the US of A. I’m going to try my best to be online some of that time, but it’s unlikely.
Coming up next week at IMBO is my interview with Kimberly Menozzi. She’s in Tennessee right now getting ready to kick off her US book tour for her literary romance Ask Me if I’m Happy and Alternate Rialto, the prequel to Ask Me if I’m Happy. Be sure and stop by next week and give Kim some support.
I must be off,