Seeing Walbran Camp from the last ladder set for the day was uplifting.  I had another restless sleep the night before and the mental game of getting a injured hiking partner safely to camp was more tiring than the ladders of Logan Creek.

D descended the ladders first and then me. Ladders tend to take me a while, but I seemed to get down these quickly. I passed D who had continued toward camp and went to scope out a camping spot.  There were a lot of people at this camp, mostly going South Bound, put plenty of space on the beach around the tree line and even under the canopy of trees if this was your wish.  The outhouses and bear bins are located inside these trees.  These ones don’t require climbing a ladder. However, a storm had brought a giant tangle of drift wood around the entire treed area and one had to navigate up over and through the wood to get to these.

Whales were diving in the ocean in front of this site.  The idea that there is a flat sea shelf  that drops instantly to depths enjoyed by whales increases one’s respect for the ocean.

Walbran Creek runs deep and wide through the camp area to the ocean. Had it been hot like Day 1 or Day 2, we all would likely to have been swimming in it and exploring the sea caves on the other side.

Two couples from Vancouver were set-up on one side of us. The couples met in the condo they both live in about a year and half ago.

A senior couple traveling with their son eventually set up camp next us on the other side. The dad had hiked this trail 20 years ago. I noticed he placed plastic bags around his socked feet.

There was a family with 2 teenage children.  They had hiked the trail with one of the children last summer and decided to take their younger son who turned 12 this year this summer. They plan on returning with their youngest next year.

I chatted with a lovely couple on the tour group from a small town in Alberta. They showed me their deluxe Sea to Summit sleeping pads.  I spoke with MW from Cambridge, ON. He was hiking with his 15 year old daughter. She didn’t like the smell of the ocean.

Later that evening the Engineers (turns out only 4 of the 7 are engineers) asked us to join their campfire. This is a terrific group of friends. I’ve enjoyed meeting up with two of them in Toronto.

That night I awoke to the squeaks of rats scurrying around the perimeter of our tent.  They soon found distractions to the left and right of us as evident by the clanks and squeaks heard close, but not too close.

We awoke early to a beautiful misty morning.  It would be another beach day.

The couples from Vancouver found their pots upturned and some with rat droppings in them. The senior woman on the other side realized just before retiring for the night that she still had sunflower seeds and decided to bury them beneath the rocks and sand instead of traversing the driftwood.  The rats had devoured them.