It’s bad enough the Calgary Herald published advertising masquerading as real editorial content (an unsavory practice shared by a few in the fly fishing world), but their subject matter is is more than just annoying: It’s a sign The Apocalypse is at hand:
Even if you don’t know your dry flies from your leaders, glamour camping destination Clayoquot Wilderness Resort is offering a ‘Reel Wilderness Women’ fly fishing weekend Sept. 18 to 21.
Located on a remote part of Vancouver Island, Clayoquot Wilderness Resort is accessible only by plane or boat, but there’s no roughin’ it. Guests stay in white canvas tents filled with Persian rugs, antiques, and four poster beds covered with fluffy duvets.
Yup. It’s “glamping” again – the unholy combination of camping and luxury amenities like gourmet chefs, heated/air conditioned tents, and yes – four-poster beds.
The price? A blueblood-friendly $5500 – for three nights accommodations (including food, drinks, and guides).
With that kind of money, the Underground’s Travel Department could easily fly you to a more interesting fly fishing destination, supplying the biting insects, bad camp coffee, and a soaked, frozen sleeping bag absolutely free.
Or you could buy a single top-end fly rod.
To the doomsday cultists scattered about the globe – who are eagerly looking for portents of the coming end of times – the Underground’s Theological Research Division says “forget checking for numbered birthmarks. Look to glamping for a sign the Cloven Hooved Deceiver is on the way.”
See you in the heated bathroom tent, Tom Chandler.
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