You will recall from some days back Figure 1, on the subject of weather forecasting in these parts.
|Here is the weather forecast...|
I turned left from the hotel and headed back into the mountains for a fine1 morning of going back the way I came. Fuel consumption was rather higher than the norm for this trip, because there are no junctions and hence Emily could be left on the floor rather than jumping into my lap all the time. This Unit recommends BC-99 in either direction.
At Lillooet the sun came out again, though there was much baleful eyeing of the sky lest it change its mind. Turn right here for Highway 12, which follows what is now the Fraser River in the general direction of south.
|And the only sound you can hear is the snarling of chainsaws...|
And the creepy foot-fetishist who tried to follow me on Flickr last year can fuck right off.
Highway 12 peters out here as it runs into Highway 1. This seems officially still to be part of the Trans-Canada Highway but anyone Trans-ing Canada with an ounce of sense in their head will take the freeway alternative between Hope and Kamloops, not least because it is about ninety minutes quicker. Not that I care.
It takes me a while to notice that I came up the Fraser valley on September 6th, but I do eventually. Isn't there a footbridge across the road at Hell's Gate? Why, yes! Yes, there is. I stopped to snap a pic of it from a handy layby, and met Ursula and Farley:
|Ursula is the one with glasses|
It started to rain again, though when I popped out just now it had stopped.
- As in "enjoyable" rather than "sunny".