Revelstoke to 100 Mile House- Miles so far 2650

 

Had two nights in Revelstoke at a nice campsite with a brick built camp kitchen, which was used as it rained all day and night. Decided to get off the Trans Canadian Hwy 1, and do some cross country on forestry roads. After a short 40 mile ride to Sicamous we stayed overnight near the ferry terminal. As usual, the Tourist Information was useless. They knew nothing of the ferry times and charges although the office was just across the road. The official map in the tourist office showed no roads where we wanted to go and they assured us our map must be out of date.

Caught the 8am ferry for a 4-hour journey to the end of Shushwop Lake at Seymour End ($15 each). Went swimming. After much discussion with the local marina owner and several others, we had a route drawn out to Adams Lake. Next morning we set off. By 4pm and 3000ft of climbing on hot, winding, gravel roads we seemed to be going totally in the wrong direction. A logger going home for the evening informed us that the road was a dead end and offered to give us a lift back to his camp, where we should have turned left over the bridge. So much for our route map. He took us to within 5 miles of where we started and left us at a forest campsite. This site was one of the best yet. We were the only ones there by a lovely lake. Lots of strange noises in the night. Found Adams lake, and camped and went swimming in hot sunshine. Saw an Osprey catch a fish.

The logging road to Vavenby was our toughest ride yet. It kept going up over rocky roads. Almost every creek we past was teeming with spawning salmon. They were bright red with olive green heads and all about two foot long. The species was Sockeye, or red salmon. Saw Eagle eating salmon. We made the biggest mistake yet; of assuming that there would be a creek with water just up the road and didn't fill our bottles at elevenses. A black bear strolled across the road 30ft away while we were having coffee. Very hot dusty steep road and no water left. Climbed 15 miles gasping for water. Eventually a very steep descent on gravel led us to Vavenby with one shop. We downed bottles of ice cold drink. Camped at a private site in Clearwater. ($18 with showers) This was a much better bargain than the local provisional campsite, which was just a dark clearing in the forest with no services at all for $12. Got very close to some large eared white-tailed Deer before they made off. Next morning in pouring rain, we stopped at the first motel/cafe and were told that an English cycle group were booked in soon. Yes - it was Peter Crofts group who we were planning to meet. Left a note for Peter Crofts.

Bought supplies in Little Fort and as it was still raining decided to camp at the motel instead of going uphill and across country in the rain. Still raining next morning but ok by lunchtime and set off towards 100-Mile House to spend a few days by the mountain lakes before we met up with Peter.

All the locals warned us about the mountain road out of town and were surprised that we could even attempt it. It turned out to be a 1 in 12 for about 10 miles and not bad at all. Camped at a lovely lake at 4,200ft. A local family, just returning from buying a canoe, were trying it out and let us have a go round the lake. We were the only ones camping there that night and awoke to a frosty covered tent and ground. Heard coyotes in the night.

Still had four days before we were due to meet Peter Crofts and decided to lounge around in the mountains and lakes between Little Fort and 100-Mile House. This was the first time we decided to really relax for a while. The sun shone brightly in the morning and the frost was soon gone. The weather forecast was good. Set off to find another scenic campsite by a lake. After only a few miles we found a lovely spot, a private campground called Eagle Island Resort on the Lac des Roches Lake and checked in. Later that afternoon, the rain started. It rained all night and the next morning. While we were wondering what to do next and praying for sun, the owner's wife must have seen our plight and taken pity on us. She generously offered us a Cabin for the night at the same price as our wet, draughty tent site. We considered the offer for a fraction of a second and rapidly moved in and lit the wood stove. Thank you very much Ted and Mary Jane. What luxury! The cabin was spacious with two bedrooms and a kitchen area. Most importantly we could heat it with the wood stove and dry out our gear.

David spent the wet afternoon with Ted putting up shelves in Mary Janes kitchen. (Joan volunteered him) She wanted three shelves, but luckily for us, at 6.30pm we ran out of suitable wood and had to stop for dinner.

Had a pleasant evening playing cards and drinking wine with Roy and Jackie from Vermont.

The sun shone the next morning. A final boat ride around the lake with Roy and a spot of fishing - but no fish, and off again. Watched an Osprey catch a trout and fly off with it.

Arrive at 100-Mile House to meet Peter and found out that the place they were staying at was Lone Butte, which we had passed 20 miles back! Peter will obviously say that if we had phoned him he would have said! Camped at the Red Willow Guest Ranch ready to meet Peter and his group the next day. The weather is now showery and very cold. The forecast is the same for the next week.