I feel like a slaker today. I only drove 530 km. With doing that I managed to see much of Hope BC a nice town in the shade of the mountains, get a great hike just down the river from Hells Gate and drive through some pretty exciting rain and scenery. I am still a bit overwhelmed by the idea that these winding mountain roads can really be rated 100 km/hour but I am getting better at it.

Fraser River is back

Today, either in the really rough construction or somewhere on the windy highway Vincent lost his driver side magnetic sign. We are bereft although feel comfortable that if someone finds it…they will email me and maybe send it back. For now…I am not sure if I should move the passenger side one to the drivers side…or just leave it. Any opinions?

Bare door, Vincent feels naked

Today I passed through the rolling hills of the Williams Lake region, the desert of Cashe Creek, exciting mountain passes and a really damp and mossy area near Hells Gate. I can’t believe the variety of land forms. If any kids are reading…pay more attention to your geography than I did….ooo I wish I could remember all of it.

Cowboy Country near Williams Lake

Cashe Creek, bare hills and irrigated areas below

Mossy rocks near Alexandra Bridge

Today as I drove I heard a lot of news. Man, those political parties. I can’t believe that an election is in the near future. I wish that the waring factions could take a big picture look at what is going on. The money that will be spent on an election  could be better used by the parties putting their heads together, forming a community of care and moving our country forward instead of bickering and squabbling.  I also think that the powers that be should open up the GrayHound routes to Canadian companies. I can’t believe that the Texan Corporation will be allowed to pull out of the northern routes which they say don’t pay but continue the southern routes that do. When are we as Canadians going to stand up for what we need? I am almost certain that the Americans would not let us get away with this kind of thing if the situation was reversed. I have fired off some letters to the editor and stuff like that but am not sure that my single voice will be heard. I sure hope there is an outcry about both issues.

I am in a cute campground with great showers and internet (so I am sitting in my jammies in Vincent posting this.) It is called the Wild Rose campground and the scent of roses is everywhere. There are roses blooming still in all of the gardens and on many hedges. Amazing. It is mainly an RV campground and it is really just a large lawn with site markers put up but I have the cutest little private site. I can hear cattle in a barn behind us and the train passes quite close by but I do love the sound trains so I should be ok. Tomorrow I will go the 2 hours into Pitt Meadow and will spend the long weekend with my Aunt and Uncle. Whew, it has been a long drive but…nice in so many ways. I have had lots of time with my thoughts. The sound of the wheels on the road seem conducive to lots of brain waves. I was going to say deep thoughts but sometimes…not so deep.

Our cosy campsite - picnic table and private sitting area behind Vincent.

Feeling groovy 🙂  Gotta go. Talk soon.

View from the campsite

Hope also calls itself the Chainsaw Carving Capital. Lots of great carvings around town.