We departed the Prince George area
headed to our next stop at a place called Boston Bar, being a sand bar in the Fraser
River. We continued traveling through the farm lands of southwestern BC. The
latter part of the trip would be traveling the Fraser River Canyon. The weather
was splendid but the winds were not in our favor.
I would estimate that they were at least 30
mph through the canyon. When you have to accelerate going downhill you know that’s
not good.
There were not too many turnouts for us
to really appreciate the beauty that we were traveling through. We were dead
into the sun and that made the light for taking pictures difficult. I nearly had to put a safety rope on Sharon to
keep her from going over the edge. She was jumping from the front seat to the
couch and the table, sliding the windows open to take pictures on either side
of the motorhome.
We arrived at our RV site about 6pm and
got settled in for our final evening together. It is a bitter sweet occasion for all of us. Having spent nearly 90 days with the same dinner
partners we know that the adventures through some of the most beautiful territory
that one could image would soon be behind us.
We had brought a bottle of champagne to
celebrate what we had accomplished and toast our successful journey. Sharon had written down some of the many
things we had seen and experienced along the way, so as we reflected back on
the adventures we laughed and were filled with many emotions that we had
encountered along the way.
We decided to eat out that evening (at a
German restaurant of all places) and take a break from the evening routine that
we had developed over the past 12 weeks.
The Canyon Alpine RV park that the gals
had picked was one of the most beautiful sites we had stayed at during the
whole trip. It was situated on a
hillside nestled amidst huge pine trees. We could not get a perspective on how
large they were until you actually saw a person next to one of them. It was a fitting place for our farewell
dinner.
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