I woke up this morning from a dream about a waterbed, but
when I opened my eyes it still felt as if I was sloshing around. The night before, the rain was light but I
had picked a nice hill between the roots of a tree, figuring it would keep most
of the rain off. While I slept the rain kept
steady and now the hill I had chosen was the sloped shore of a small lake. Luckily, I had bought a new and apparently
waterproof tent, because my old tent would have had me swimming. Still, my things were damp and the continued
rain made it so that no matter how I tried to pull my tent from the lake, the
canvas and tarp stayed soaked. So I
wrapped it all in a towel and threw it in my trunk.
Frustrated and soaked to the core, I got in my car and drove
to Whistler but the rain kept up so I kept driving. Miles farther, the road began climbing
between towering forests of giant trees and mist and rain. I wound around hairpin turns between mountain
peaks and eventually the rain stopped. The sun was out and waterfalls lined the
road and as I passed through misty rainbows, water condensed on my windshield
and sheeted past my windows. As I passed
higher into the mountains, the trees began to thin and granite cliffs parted as
I passed. Ranches cropped up in dry
corners between hills and the mood changed so quickly that I forgot the
maelstrom I had emerged from.
Marble Canyon Lake |
It was through this scene that I wound, past sheer drops off
loose gravel to rivers hundreds of feet below.
Signs that had just warned for avalanches now posted caution for
rockslides. And then, as I rounded a
bend past a hydro plant and dam, I looked into a valley and spotted the small
city of Lilooet. I stopped for gas without
planning to stay long, but as I was pulling out of town I noticed signs for a
winery. Curious, I pulled over to ask
how they grew grapes in such a cold climate, but the woman at the winery said
that the weather was dry and mild. There
was rarely snow in winter and summers were no more than 100 F. At the suggestion of the winery folks, I
decided to make for the free BC Hydro campsite, just beside the BC Hydro Dam. Looping back through town I crossed the
Fraser River, famous for its prehistoric looking sturgeon. Up to 12 feet and over a ton (according to a
sign) these behemoths trolled the bottom of the river and are an exciting sport
fish although it’s exclusively catch and release.
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