I'm thirsty, hungry and tired. In that order.

Total distance: 510.5 km
Cumulative distance: 2195 km
Maximum speed:141 kph (I don't remember that!)
Average speed: 78 kph
Temperature range: 12.0 - 30.6
Maximum elevation differential: 1290 metres

Left Tofino this morning at 7:45 en route to Qualicum to have brunch with my high school buddy Tim and his girlfriend Carol. We heard details about how Tim's drone crashed after filming us Monday - full speed into the bush at the end of his driveway. Four broken propellers and a bent gizmo - the apparatus that holds the camera.  Fortunately, the camera will intuitively level the image, so all is saved. Except for Tim's dignity. And mine.

The ride to the ferry was crisp, but fine. Fresh rain had fallen at various points on the road but none on us; so far, we haven't had too many hardships or challenges on this trip, save for deviating our route. We have two more nights; we'll see what happens (not that I am expecting anything).


Nan snoozed on the ferry and I wandered around the vessel, checking out the view, the naturalist who was giving a talk on how the salmon fertilize the forest up to 80 metres from the river's edge and other stuff, like trying not to get blown off the deck and have Nan wait for me at the bike, first cursing and then eventually, wondering how I could get off the boat. Up on deck six, it was a hurricane.

It is always great seeing the houses from the ferry. I am sure for the most part, they are generally worth a lot of money, and as the ferry approaches Horseshoe Bay terminal, she announces she wants one. I say "OK, I have one picked out for you". Don't mind the graffiti.

"Handyman's special". I love that; like, they are doing you a big favour to sell you this place.

Lots of traffic up as far as Whistler and still a fair amount to Pemberton. In fact, the Whistler traffic is gross. However, not insurmountable and we make good time to Pemberton and get gas, even though we have lots; we still don't know what roads may have been closed or opened since earlier in the week.

Rock graffiti

Our objective, as a minimum, is the last one or two campgrounds on Hwy 99 before Lillooet, though there is a campground we passed on the way out passed Lillooet which would be worthy. I think it is about 25 km passed Lillooet. Nan can't remember it. But by Lillooet, I'm thinking I'm getting tired. About 40 km passed Lillooet, we agree that if we had known it was this far, we might have considered the alternative.

Lupins along Hwy 99

Turns out, the camground is 70 km passed Lillooet. We roll in and there is hardly a soul but it is a very nice provincial campground with level, gravelled tent pads and running water in the restrooms.We have no neighbours, though there are some other people camping. It's all good. We are tired, hungry and thirsty. As it happens, Nan has yet another trick up her sleeve: she has a split of red wine which she has been dragging all around western Canada. In addition, this is going to be our first meal cooked on the road, too. Gruel. With some nice, caramelized onion cheese with roasted almonds to start.