Rain on the big mountains … rain all day as we trundled up and down, and round lakes and cliffs through Salmon Arm and Kamloops.
“Don’t be concerned, Elaine,” I said, as she put the wipers on high speed, “Cache Creek might be dry.” “Some chance,” she replied, “we are only 30Km away and the weather is even worse.”
Aha … 20Km – a touch of blue sky … 10Km – a shaft of sunlight … 2Km – dry roads. Cache Creek and a campground with warm sunshine, and no mud!!
This is one of the driest places in Canada, being the most northerly extension of the deserts of Arizona and Utah. The only green fields are those with irrigation. In the dry grass with sage bushes there are prickly pear cactus. We thought we had reached Texas!
We stayed an extra night to rest a while, and then another day to catch up on many other jobs, including these ramblings.
While Cache Creek does not have the world’s best supermarket, the wi-fi here is the best we have found on the whole trip. Fast and reliable. We still have to find a Post Office, for essential matters like postcards for Alexandra and K., but they tell us that there really is a postal service here, so we will persist.
This is the south end of the Cariboo, and was once a supply point for the gold rush. Now it seems to be a stopping place for rented RV’s that trundle from Vancouver to the Rockies, Prince George and Alaska.
They still mine various minerals here, but apparently Cache Creek is only a shadow of its former importance. Dry, rolling hills, which are mostly open range or crown land. Strangely enough we like such country.