Another day of driving. Don’t get me wrong, I love driving, and I love seeing all that I get to see, but when you are a blogger driving days are like... uh... so what should I say? I guess the trick is taking all that you see and turning it into words, because if you just wrote of what you did my blog would look like this:
Driving.
So, what did I see? The familiar road from home to Castle Junction on the TCH, and then onwards towards Golden. Through heaps of construction and clear roads as we went farther and farther into the mountains (did I use that one right Granddad?). We continued on to Golden (Home of Loggers and Lesbians I’m told...) and then further into the realm of the Rockies that I am less familiar with. Revelstoke. Sicamous. Salmon Arm...or was that Salmon Arm and then Sicamous... either way... lots of places with lots to see.
It was a good thing that we got the Jeep because the roads were... clear... ... ... uh... Well, I suppose that if we had brought Jerusalem there would be a huge blizzard and we would have been stuck, but since we had the Jeep the roads were clear... too bad the Jeep costs so much more to drive, but oh the luxury of heated seats!!!
Where was I? Oh yes, the roads were clear. They were, pretty much the whole way. Even in Rogers Pass the roads were clear. There was a great deal of snow up the mountains, but our road was clear. This was nice, and low stress, and great for driving. It let me focus on everything around me and not just the tires and the road.
We saw many trains as we passed through the Rockies. The tracks run beside the highway for a great deal of the trip and we saw the great freight trains hauling goods from the sea into the heart of Canada. This really helped me to understand how big the Canadian Pacific Railway really is. All across the country we have seen their trucks, their crews, and their trains criss-crossing the nation. They have an enormous amount of staff, and an even more enormous amount of track. Maybe one day NBSR will be that big... one day...
Up the Rockies was the dry boreal forest that I am used to, and then we got far enough in that things changed. For a time it was wet and lush and then at Kamloops it was that same dry forest I know and love. Then on the Coquihala we crossed the peaks of mountains as we snaked our way through to the coast. The highway was amazing. We could see cars in front on twisty roads, and behind. They stretched on as far as the mountains and eye could see.
We went from the dry at Kamloops to the wet of the coast. We skirted around the hordes of cities around Vancouver and to White Rock. The GPS took us to the door of Granddad’s house where we gave him a ring. Just a few seconds later and he was with us taking us into the parkade and then with us on our way to White Rock’s ocean front. We headed to Moby Dick for some fish and chips and enjoyed the fish from the Pacific Ocean... the Pacific... wow...
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