Campsite: FULL
Yesterday started off as most Thursdays do, with me dragging myself out of bed, enjoying the three S's, then driving down to the office to give TheMan® his eight hours. After the game, a few of us made our way down to MacMahon Stadium to take watch The Stampeders take on Hamilton. The game was alright, and we barely squeeked out a win with a field goal in the last three seconds of the game to edge out the opposition by one.
After the game I thought I would get a jump on the camping peeps for the long weekend and head out west to secure a camping spot.
Boy, did I ever think I was being smart.
We drove out to Kananaskis, our hearts set on getting a well treed site within the Canyon Creek Campsite. As soon as we were off Hwy 1, and cruising into the K-country we started noticing a trend: Campsite Full. We steeled ourselves for what was coming, but continued our drive into some of the most beautiful terrain on earth.
When we reached our initial destination, we saw what we feared, the campsite was full. Not to be detered, and because we really wanted to go camping for the long weekend, we continued into the park, looking for available campsites. We eneded up driving down to the Interlakes location, again to find there wasn't a single available space to pitch a tent.
At first I thought someone was playing some sort of a prank. How in the world could the entire collection of campsites in Kananaskis get booked up on the Thursday before a long weekend? Seems like there were a lot of people with the same great idea I had. So, we continued driving from campsite to campsite, checking everything we could find directions for on a map, and nothing was available. Absolutely nothing.
After the witching hour, we came to a park information turnout, so we shone the headlights of the car on the board and went to have a look. On the board, dated and timed for 4:30 on Thursday, was a list of all the campsites in the area, and the number of vacancies. At the time of the report, there were still some 50 odd campsites scattered throughout the Peter Lougheed park, but we knew that these had since been filled. We canned the list over, and I quickly realized that the long weekend makes a lot of money for the Rec and Tourism department of the government. Most of the campsites on the list, only had a handful of vacancies, which I would speculate were now filled, many many kilometers from where we currently were situated.
There was one campsite that held some promice: Sibbald Flats. the same Sibbald flats that cost me close to three grand, because of a silly little accident involving the digits on my left hand and an axe. At least I could take comfort in the fact that I knew where it was.
The notice said there were 97 vacancies out at Sibbald, so we jumped in the car and started our trek out of K-country and back towards the Jumping Pound. It was quite late when we finally arrived, and my heart lept when I noticed that there was no Campground Full notice at the front gate. Logically I knew that anyone could have arrived just before us, and could have scooped up the last campsite, and the caretaker, sleeping soundly on his big pile of money, hadn't yet updated the information. We drove around all five loops, and found only three open sites.
I was relieved as we setup our decoy tent for the night to hold our spot until we could return the next evening, but for the whole drive home I was stunned at how many people went out before the long weekend to reserve a spot. It's going to be a great weekend, let's hope I can keep all my fingers




