A bit of rain through the night, and a light drizzle in the morning which soon cleared up. I stopped off in the town of Squamish for a coffee and to visit tourist information so that I could plan my route ahead. I decided that it would be best to catch the Monday ferry to the USA, as this would mean I could cycle into Victoria on the Sunday when traffic would be theoretically quieter. WIth this plan in mind, it was just a matter of picking good p-laces to camp at the right intervals. Camping at Porticeau Cove was 10 dollars for a walk in site, and was a relatively short day, which gave me time to read the book Anna had kindly given me. (Yes, its a bit far fetched and tried to be overly-clever, but its not as bad as that Danielle Steele book I endured).
In the evening, I lent my bike pump to someone on the campground so that they could inflate the tyre on some canoe carrying trolley contraption, and I got repaid with a beer. Word must have spread that I never say no to a beer!!