I was up early and for the first time since the 2nd I was not greeted with sun and humidity but overcast and cool 15°ish temperatures. Perfect for riding in, but for what ever reason I spent a few hours reading my book "Golden Fool". Eventually I left and passed through Sicamous which only a few weeks prior had been hit hard with flooding. A few roads were under repairs and traffic was slowed, no worries for me tho at my pace. Here I was finally able to get back on the reliable TCH which should carry me the rest of the way through B.C.The highway snaked on fairly uneventful other then an SUV gently pushing into the shoulder a few feet in front of me and tooting its horn casually. Why this happened I have no idea but it was the first somewhat close call I've had so far and I was a little uneasy for a time after.
I came to a hill and at the bottom were tents and campers by a baseball field. Turns out a bunch of surrounding communities were having a swim club meeting and staying here. I chatted with one who happened to be familiar with George street (a famous street full of bars back home) and had a brother in law marry a woman from Torbay (where most my family is from). Small world.
I put up my tent, admired the great view of snowy mountains, and ate as many burgers as I could handle (5, Jughead would approve). I rested only to hear on occasion the massive rattling of the trains as they crossed the bridge into town about 5 km away. The trains have been a constant presence on my trip the last week or so... I'm not sure I've always mentioned that. Either way it was a comforting and familiar roaring that didn't hinder my sleep that night.
