It’s funny to think, you know, this British Columbia of mine is so huge, and there are so few road thru it that you can’t really take a wrong turn, (unless you’re really talented like me…lol).
Before I even left the cabin I decided to not go back to Vancouver in order to go to the interior.
The problem with the whole Lower Mainland is that no matter what you do, to get to the interior of BC, you have to cross the coastal mountains somewhere, so I decided to take the back roads. From the cabin back to Mt. Currie, and then the Duffy Lake pass to Lillooet, to Lytton, to Merritt, to Kelowna. Charming old towns, each one special and unique.
Don’t worry, the back road wasn’t this bad. 😀
I climbed up into the coastal mountains; into the dense woods, cold lakes,
and then descended into semi-arid land, warm lakes, sparse vegetation.
Then into fields and fields of wild flowers and sage.
I love sage, don’t you? And just today the air was so humid and fragrant that everything was so beautifully perfumed.
I cut some sage to bring home and make a sage wand. It’s powerful medicine.
Then I met up with the mighty Fraser River and followed it for a while.
Then I got to the little gold rush town Lytton and stopped to watch the Thompson River flow into the mighty Fraser.
You can see the clear, black waters of the Thompson mingling with the silty Fraser.
And with cornflowers and cacti by the side of the road, I turned left at the Nicola River and followed it to Merrit.
And over the mountain alpines and down to the chain of lakes which is the Okanagan where my children were waiting.