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With ferries being free out here in BC, we figured \u2014 why not cross back over Arrow Lake and poke around the western side? No destination in mind, no bucket-list spot waiting. Just a dirt road leading south that looked more fun than sticking to asphalt.<\/p>\n

The road pulled us up off the lakeshore into a haze of heat and dust. Not exactly scenic driving bliss, but we held out hope that it would eventually reward us with a waterfront camp. And, of course, Kerri had already zeroed in on a side road she was itching to explore. That little detour led to an old hunter\u2019s cabin \u2014 a relic, sure, but one covered in more rat droppings than physics should allow. We stepped inside, gagged, and bolted like we\u2019d stumbled into a horror movie set.<\/p>\n

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Past the cabin, the road didn\u2019t stop. It dove steeply down a rocky grade and popped us right onto the gravel banks of Arrow Lake. Jackpot. A huge open area, nothing blocking Starlink, sunshine all day for the solar, and enough space for Marcel to sprawl like he owned the place. The only downside? Rusty chunks of\u2026 something. Old machinery? Farm gear? Alien spaceship parts? We never did figure it out.<\/p>\n

We stayed a couple of nights. Kerri knocked out work hours, I tinkered with Marcel\u2019s never-ending to-do list, and we hiked up to the nearby waterfall we\u2019d been hearing rumble in the background. It was perfect \u2014 right up until the itch to move hit.<\/p>\n

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Our next stop was a recreation area with a name that felt like a warning label: Mosquito Lake<\/strong>. Still, curiosity won. Marcel clawed up the hill and found us a quiet little lake that was \u2014 surprise \u2014 practically mosquito-free. We wedged into a snug spot between trees, set up camp, and went for a recon hike. Meh. The trail didn\u2019t impress. But when we returned, we noticed a tree just a dozen yards away had fallen during our short absence. Thankfully it didn\u2019t choose Marcel as its landing pad.<\/p>\n

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That evening was classic camp life: fire crackling, cocktail in hand, pipe smoke curling into the air. A motorcyclist rolled in, and we waved him over for happy hour. He turned out to be a local with a colorful vocabulary and plenty of stories. We swapped tales until the stars came out, then retreated to our rigs. He was up and gone at dawn; we were still sipping coffee hours later.<\/p>\n\n\t\t