So, we followed a young family in a Jeep Cherokee pulling an audacious 12 foot camping trailer, circa 1972. Yes,it was52 years old. When we all arrived at the end of the 3 mile dirt road I was immediately attacked by mosquitoes. They were not after anyone else, so I was doing some good keeping the little monsters off of the others. We told the family that “skookum “ was the Indian name for Bigfoot, and that this was prime country for a sighting.
There was a marvelous little wooden bridge there. A hiking trail heading deep into the bush. Mostly set up for tent camping. A vault toilet. A big flat graveled parking area where perhaps a dozen RVs could set up.