We prepared for our border crossing as best we could. Passports at the ready, paperwork for the shotgun, and the beer got moved from the truck fridge to the trailer fridge.
The crossing was actually a non-event after we paid the $25 for the firearm permit and the agent did the obligatory inspection of a few bags, storage areas, and the fridge.
A few things about British Columbia: It is rugged country, seriously rugged. When you see a highway on a map it’s not like a highway in the US. Most are narrow and not in as good a state of repair as we are used to. Drop offs, no markings, no shoulders, no guardrails, and narrow bridges are all quite normal. On top of that, rest areas generally consist of one or two pit toilets and a couple of bear-proof trash cans.
Seems you can’t get away from water in one form or another.
We had breakfast at this little spot where I had probably the best Eggs Benedict I’ve ever eaten. We also got some tour guide services from a local named Nico who was admiring the truck and trailer.
Some time on backcountry dirt roads yielded even more water.
This is for my daughter and son-in-law. (their last name is Sutherland)
By the time we got to Kamloops, we thought we had been transported to New Mexico!
Time to find somewhere to cool off…