BCP217 - Moberly Trail
Posted: N53° 34.442' W118° 02.211'
My GPSr: N53° 34.441' W118° 02.212'
After finding BCP153 to the east I made my way to this one. The roads remained in good shape all the way.
At N53° 33.780' W118° 01.624' fork off to the right. That might seem obvious since it is the direction of the cap, but the other spur looked like the more travelled, better looking of the two. I had to check the map just to make sure.
A sign at the junction says the road you want is a single-lane road, and cryptically to suggests you "call ahead". I thought I could ignore that, but in retrospect, maybe I should have rolled down the window and yelled out "HEY! I'm coming!" They couldn't have said I didn't try, right?
After parking just over 400m from the cap, I made started up some modest elevation to the tree line and made my way, dodging, weaving, ducking and rarely, if ever, moving in a straight line.
It's funny, I wasn't consciously thinking of previous find logs, but I'm thinking that my subconscious memory from reading those logs was doing the work of making me hyper-aware of the possibility of a bear encounter as I started up toward this one. I had an air horn with me on top of bear spray, but in the end there wasn't any danger of me NOT making enough noise as I made my way through the bush. Sure there was my natural cracking of branches underfoot and the like, but the main volume came from my own incessant coughing. It was weird, I'd started the bout of hacking and coughing only after starting out on this jaunt.
Only later did I realize that the coughing was caused by the pollen that I must have been stirring up myself as I lumbered through the bush. Later I saw that my shoes and backpack were absolutely coated with the stuff and obviously I was breathing a lot of it in too. Any self-respecting animal would have given this loud, obnoxious creature a wide berth I'm sure, so there were no creature encounters for me today.
In fairly good time though I found myself beside this cute little "cap" in a very small clearing. It made me laugh: all that effort, along with the wheezing, the hacking and the coughing to come to find what must be the smallest thing in the forest.
Sanity. It's overrated.
I made my way back in a more direct route compared to my approach. That's just the way of things isn't it.
- PK @ N53° 34.297' W118° 02.514' (if your vehicle can make it this far; today it wasn't a problem)
- Enter the tree line at about N53° 34.355' W118° 02.377' (It's NOT like it's clear sailing from here, but at least it's fairly close to your goal).