Descend to the Sea, namely Howe Sound just beyond Squamish
Ferry ride home to Vancouver Island from Horseshoe Bay
A little warm breeze on the sun deck of the ferry 'Queen of Oakbay' blew this girl's hair into a halo
Leaving Howe Sound and the Coastal Ranges in the wake of the ferry.
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Back on the drive from Lilloet via Pemberton and Whistler, a few more BC impressions....
Back on the drive from Lilloet via Pemberton and Whistler, a few more BC impressions....
Beside the museum in Lilloet are a few 'oldies', such as this jail.
A man in a scooter stopped beside me. He was ancient, had only a few worn down stumps for teeth, scabbed skin, and a wonderful smile and sparkling eyes.
He asked, 'Are you interested in the history of these things?'
Of course I answered 'Yes'.
He explained the jail in his pre-politicallycorrect-era words, 'This jail stood just a few hundred yards away beside the road house. They used to have rodeos for everyone living here during the gold rush. The Indians (sic) would get drunk and start to fight amongst each other. The cops would put 25 or 30 of them into this jail, so they were standing up in there, packed so tight they could not fight anymore. Then they would put water hoses on them to cool them down.
Nairn Falls, on Highway 99 near Pemberton
Nairn Falls Provincial Park, beautifully located just below the falls in a pristine wilderness. So pristine in fact, the black bears shared the camp sites with the campers. I decided against camping, inspite of the beautiful location and the even better weather. However, I did not feel that my kitchen knife would bolster up my bear fighting/avoiding confidence sufficiently to sleep in a flimsy little tent.
Lower Joffre Lake in the Provincial Park of the same name. Middle and Upper Joffre Lake are in back country short (5-10km) hiking distance. Upper Lake is situated at the base of a huge glacier in the top of the photo. Unfortunately sunlight was so bright, that the little camera could not capture the majestic backdrop.
Seton Lake, near Lilloet
Well, there has to be a bear in every BC journey. Here was mine, a little fellow, not even a year old, his ears longer than his whole face.
I could not see his mom, but the bushes behind this little cub were shaking as if moved by a localized storm....mother foraging for berries in the background.
I was not going to leave the car to check things out.