May 29: Vancouver to Quesnel. We left Vancouver in light rain and fog. From what I gather this is rather typical although everyone (make that locals) says it is unusually cold. I didn’t bring clothes for all this cold but found two long-sleeved t-shirts at a Gap yesterday. Even in this climate, most of the stores no longer have long-sleeved t-shirts. After all it’s almost summer!
After we left our lunch stop we had rain, sleet, hail and wintery mix. Some of the cars ahead of us actually got quite a bit of snow. That’s enough weather for one day!
We drove the “Sea to Sky highway” out of Vancouver to Whistler and Lillooet. A point of interest, the signs are both in English and Indian. I think it is Squamish but the sign for Whistler is also Skwikw. We certainly didn’t see this in the U.S.
I’ve been waiting for a bear sighting. We did see one black bear back in Virginia, but I didn’t get a photo. Well, just before Clinton, our lunch stop a Mama bear and her two cubs crossed the road in front of us. I was driving and by the time I got the camera from Ed, they were across the road heading down a gravel one. I did get this photo.
We avoided the gravel section today, it was 105 miles long and reported by the organizers to be “rutted with washboard.” This was an easy decision since we had over 400 miles to cover. Lots of the drivers were under their cars for most of the evening. The real endurance test will be the 530 miles we cover on day 25. Yuck!
We were met in Quesnel, pronounced Quenel, by the local antique car club and one of the cars was a 1967 Beetle. So Stewball had a friend!
More from the road to Alaska,