A step back on Memory Lane ... trip before last to Prince George in the Big White Truck. Here we leave the Lower Mainland on a nice dry bright afternoon.
There is a definite aroma of pre-spring farming in the air, but the mountains still whisper Winter.
The outskirts of Yale. I have come to the conclusion that the Zombie Apocalypse is going to start here. You know, when you don't have any proof, just a gut feeling? Barry's sells every one's needs - liquor, lotto, and junk food - but they also sell everything else you would ever need, from paintings and these pictures that sort of change view as you pass by, to gold pans and playing cards.
They do have pretty mountains, though. On all sides. You would never see a Facebook update on my location here - it's yet another place I have no Fido service. In fact, my phone is basically a camera only all the way through the Fraser Canyon, as well as most of the way to Prince George.
I guess we left Spring behind as we travel into Winter once again.
See that guy on the right doing an Elvis impersonation? It actually is a figure of Elvis doing an Elvis impersonation. This is Elvis Rocks The Canyon Cafe, and some day I'll drop in. Maybe they sell his favourite sandwich, which was Peanut Butter, Banana and Bacon.
At least there was no snow in the tunnels.
It was pretty much dark when we stopped at Williams Lake for a break.
After dropping the trailer at the trailer drop-off spot, Neil picked up and empty one, and we headed to several Save-on-Food store to pick up their dunnage. (In case you don't know what dunnage is, it's empty packing materials - stuff they are 'dun with.' Hence dunnage. I would think.) Then we headed to the Husky for a few hours sleep.
The next morning was bright and sunny as we headed to the restaurant for breakfast. Snow was scrunchy underneath our boots and we were a bit shivery.
But we did have a nice day for driving!
This area is known for very short fences, at least in the winter.
A lot of people lead solitary lives, I believe. I'm not sure how I'd feel about living in such an isolated place. It would be strange to go out on the back deck and not smell the spices of East Indian cooking from our neighbours, that's for sure. (I wonder do they ever sniff at the smell of the Jigg's Dinner and wonder what the heck we're cooking?)
See the little pieces of houses on the other side of the river?
Even through a scummy window, the scenery is awesome. No matter where you look.
Stopping at a rest stop near Lytton, last stop before dusk -
Neil says every time he travels he drives through different vistas - scenes change not only from season to season, but from day to day. I am so grateful I get to share this with him every now and then!
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