If we had panels (we still do not) we’d have even more accommodation flexibility and be able to camp in more places. We did check out one gravel pit – it was down an open road. It was raining. I didn’t see any places to highline.
So we continued on, stopping at Tatogga Lake lodge. The fellow at the front desk, older, white hair, wearing outdated aviator glasses – he suggested we go down the road adjacent to the lodge – he added that there was a pen on the right hand side of the road and that we could put the horses in there. We thanked him and went to check this out. We drove the trailer a quarter of a mile down a gravel road, then got out and checked out the situation. The pen that this clerk was talking about was a former chicken run. In order to access it, you had to walk through a rubbish-filled shed with small doors. The windows had been knocked out so there was glass on the floor.
Pete and I poked around. There were a handful of small cottages on the side of the road and tucked into the woods. All were in a state of disrepair. But there was, at the base of the road, Tatogga Lake. And in the distance were snow covered peaks. I heard some loons, saw ducks flying overhead. It was a peaceful, calm place.
I just wanted to turn the trailer around and go elsewhere after I’d checked out the chicken coop. Then again, I just wanted to stay after I’d checked out the lake. In fact, I could imagine myself living here – buying the property, tearing out all the buildings, putting up a few new ones, and putting in a garden.
We did stay. We high lined the horses to nearby spruce trees and set up camp on the front porch of an A-Frame. We looked in the windows of this and other places – the doors were locked. No matter, we weren’t wanting to break in because all this and the other cabins contained was garbage.
I so badly wanted to make this place my own. However, the best I could do was have it be my own for one night.
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