July 18, 2013: Do you
think we should take that road?
Me-ack-ack-ow! I see
it. It is on the ceiling. Me-ack-ack-ow! It moved... I know it is mine...
Me-ack-ack-ow! Wait! Daddy is picking me up. I can't take my eye off the prize. Oh, he is lifting me, lemme get it! I missed it!
I lost sight of it. Where is
it? Wait... Daddy is getting it. How could he?
It's mine! How could he take my
prize? Oh, he is giving it to me. It is mine... yummy.
It is 4:35 in the morning and it is daylight. I love having electricity so I can see the
clock! But 4:35? I am going back to sleep. How do vampires get anything done up here
with so little dark time!
This morning, I left Slow and Slower and did a power walk on
my own. No bears to worry about, just my
IPOD and me. The mountains are shrouded
in clouds. It has rained a bit off and
on through the night and it is still damp.
I am wearing my rain poncho. I
really love my morning walks and I have not been able to do them all the time
while traveling. It is not that I am not
getting exercise with my hikes and all.
But my morning walk is a mental thing as well as physical and sometimes
there is a time issue or a location issue that just interferes. But today I could squeeze one in.
When I got back, we readied Hannah, and decided to eat some
'home cooking' in the restaurant out front.
Good food and no clean up. Gotta
love it! We then continue south towards
the city of Kamloops. Funny name, but
not exactly a tiny berg. The odd thing
is, as we approach the city, like a light switch we go from the green mountains
with pine trees to the brown mountains of high desert. There are a few pine trees at the top but
essentially, it is brown. The N.
Thompson River continues to flow through.
We stopped at an RV place hoping to get a part for Hannah.
He recommended we stop in Abbotsford, which is right at the US border. So, on we head on Canada 1, the scenic
route. It is brown, but the river runs
through. The river turns into a gigantic
lake. Actually, it is a series of lakes
but who knows where one ends and the other begins. It is miles and miles of glassy water and not
one water skier out there. I am
vibrating in place at the water I would so love to ski! But on we go.
The road turns south, continuing along the Thompson River. Eventually, the pine trees start reappearing
and the mountains start turning green once again. But it is hot... almost 100. River rafts are floating down somewhat tame
rapids. Pretty.
If we hustle, we can make Abbotsford, but who wants to
hustle! We see a sign outside of the
town of Boston Bar for an RV park.
Ooops! We missed the turn. Let's try this again. Looking at the road... Spouse, do you really
want to do this? And on we go. The road is a dirt road with big ruts. It is narrow.
We actually have to use the 4 wheel drive to get up the hill... towing Hannah...
really? What kind of RV park could be
back here? Another one of those roads
where one wrong move is a Thelma and Louise!
Crew and I have already decided that if Spouse has to back this puppy
up, we are getting out and walking! And
I will take Rudy with me!
We continue. The road
gets narrower, and the signs read to yield to the downhill vehicle. We don't see one so hopefully, we are
ok. We continue on. We really have no
choice to continue on as there is no place to turn around! We
eventually see the Blue Lake Resort.
They don't have full hookups, but they have electricity, which is most
important so we can run the air conditioning.
We cram ourselves into our spot (remember, we cannot detach Hannah from
the truck, so we need almost 60 feet of space).
We are at Blue Lake.
It is a tiny lake where the locals come, not exactly on your higher end
of clientele. There is a sign barring
profanity. I imagine weekends may get
quite rowdy! Spouse and Crew went for a
swim in the lake. And tonite, we have to
get rid of all of our firewood as we cannot cross into the states with it,
so... let the bonfire reign!
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