Marc and I went camping at Goldstream Provincial Park (Google Maps has bad imagery in this area) on Vancouver Island. It's a comment on the population of the Vancouver area that you can't get a campsite in most parks on the mainland on the weekend unless you book two months in advance. But I got a weekend booking two weeks in advance for a campground 20 minutes from Victoria. And what I spent on ferry I almost saved on gas (a bit of an exaggeration, but not much).
To top it off, there were all sorts of interesting things to see within walking distance of the campground: Abandoned mine shafts, a railway bridge over a deep canyon, and a very high waterfall. Marc was the trooper he always is, walking or running six hours on Saturday to all the different sights. We saw and heard owls in the campground on Saturday night, and a garter snake on the trail on Sunday.
The only bummer was the total campfire ban. It's for good reason, it's been dry for months here, but it's strange to go camping and not have a campfire. Trying to make smores over a Coleman stove just doesn't do it.
Here's the slideshow: