‘Can you hear the coyotes yipping?’ Scott asked. I turned my head slightly from where it was buried in his warm shoulder, freeing my left ear from the sleeping bag pulled up to nearly the top of my head.
‘Yes, wow, there’s so many’.
Not only were the coyotes out in full force, but an owl kept up a consistent ‘whoo whoo’; good hunting I guess by the light of the three-quarter full moon. Or perhaps the wild creatures were less hesitant to make themselves heard, claiming back more of their territory as the camping season died down with the approach of late autumn. I snuggled deeper into the layers of sleeping bag, old duvet and mounds of clothes we’d thrown on top of ourselves in the freezing night. Dressed in fleece pants, thermal tops and socks we were just about warm enough in our tiny lightweight tent. The moon lighting up the flimsy grey nylon made it seem as if it was permanently twilight.
Earlier, as dusk started to fall, we’d heard what sounded like a curious cross between a grunt and a rasping cough. Spooked, we’d all looked around sharply at where the noise came from, just behind us in a small grove of trees. Images of bears and mountain lions padded through our minds but the odd sound came from high off the ground. Later we heard it from treetops on the opposite side from where we’d camped. Perhaps another owl?
We hadn’t expected it to be so cold, but it was beautiful. Looking out of the tent in the early dawn the creeping light glistened off a hard frost. I was glad of all the warm clothing we’d brought for wild camping in the backcountry, in mid autumn near Lundbom Lake outside of Merritt in the Nicola Valley of British Columbia. In an area significantly higher than sea level, I knew it would be chilly during the night at the very least.
We’d arrived early the morning before, following detailed instructions, and found my sister, brother-in-law and their two dogs warming themselves around a robust fire. Tucked up an innocuous dirt road away from a nearby forestry campground, we revelled in the space and quiet away from others. There was no rush to change into mountain bike gear – part of the reason we were out here was to discover flowy trails in more open country, very different from the coastal riding we’re used to. Eventually though, after chomping through some mammoth sandwiches and donning all the cold weather gear we’d brought with us, we set off on a thoroughly leisurely ride.
Gorgeous autumnal colours drenched the landscape – all browns, yellows and fading greens. We rode through soft dirt and stones, loosened by horses hooves throughout the year, the sun chasing the clouds. I could feel my lungs working a little harder, that above sea level thing again, plus we were both getting over a bad cold, but it was worth the raspy breathing and constant nose blowing we had to endure. I’d never been to this area before and I loved it. We rode for three hours, not long really but enough to give us a taste of this open country.
Huddled around a huge fire later as dark fell we ate far too much, washing the food down with a good bottle of red (natch) wine and several beers. Even with the moon we could see the Milky Way; we sat craning our necks for ages staring at the night sky, one of my favourite pastimes.
It was only one night away, but enough to fill up with the freshest of air. And good timing too, the evening after we left it started to snow.
8 thoughts on “Wild Camping (sort of) in the Nicola Valley”
So well written Amanda. That, along with the great photos, and I just about felt like I was there with you. It sounds like a fabulous time. Sitting here in our little apartment in East Van I can just about smell all that fresh air. Sweet.
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Awww, thank you Alison, really appreciate that. I’m sitting here too in our teeny place and yearning to go back there already, particularly after a hectic work week. As it gets colder and damper it gets a bit harder to contemplate camping (although if you have a warm enough sleeping bag, why not?!), glad we’re surrounded by forest and mountains to get a few gulps of good air walking and riding etc.
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Thanks so much, Amanda, what a wonderful landscape to be free in.
Thank you Helen! It is lovely, and begs more time to be spent in it!
This inspires me to get out for a quick overnight! Maybe tonight!
That sounds great! If you do, let me know how it goes!
I got out for a stormy, windy night. So pleased!
Oh, that is fantastic! So happy for you you got the opportunity! I love the sound of the wind whipping around a tent when you’re cosy inside!