Came out of the mountains and drove most of the long, grueling, 500-mile day through rolling farmland. The Canadian lumber industry must be healthy as we saw one local sawmill after another with both logs and cut boards stacked to the sky.
As the sun set, the sky was awash in baby pinks and blues. We traveled down a narrow country road only to discover that, in this part of BC, the Provincial Parks were already closed for the season. That was a bummer. The positive was that driving back to the main road along the not-much-more-than-a-tree-lined-lane in dusk light felt as if we were in a Crayola crayon yellow spectrum bath. And Taylor got to see his first deer.
We settled for a privately operated RV park in Clinton then got an early start the next morning on the scenic "Sea to Sky" byway to Vancouver. Enjoyed Marble Canyon, negotiated the steepest grades we've seen (14%!), blew past Whistler...but not without Greg drooling over the runs and wondering out loud about a return winter trip, and (finally) arrived in Vancouver mid-afternoon.
Mary's choice: a meal in Chinatown; Taylor's choice: Gastown & Robson Street; Greg's choice: Portside Park. We called Taylor's first visit to a major metropolis good. We chuckled at the irony--when turning on the radio as we re-entered the USA "American Woman" was playing. Drove in the dark to Larrabee (Washington) State Park for the night. Good to be back on home soil.
A few more pictures added here.
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