Revelstoke and Kamloops
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Moving day is always a bit of a hassle, it starts when I reluctantly lean over the side of the air bed and lethargically tug at the plastic plug holding the air in. Its a deflating experience let me tell you. I find it quite astounding the difference between the two worlds I live in at the moment. One is small, cramped, but offers a modicum of comfort and security, whilst only a few feet away (and only two thin layers of rainproof treated nylon/poly) is the vastness of the outside world, with all its scary things waiting in the shadows. The campground I was in has plenty of bear related warning signs, and temporary additions to those signs regarding cougars that had been spotted close to the camp ground. I had been warily making my way around the place since I arrived, but hadn't seen any wildlife apart from really HUGE black crows, that make totally absurd noises in the mornings.
I folded up camp and left tunnel mountain provincial park, heading south west to Kamloops. Recalling from a friend that there was something worth seeing in Revelstoke, I stopped on the way at the Railway museum.
The museum is small but with lots of interesting railway paraphernalia and even came complete with a somewhat crusty old steam train engineer, through his eyebrows and mumblings answers to any stream engine related questions could be interpreted. After waiting for a response to someone else's question I gave it a go, and soon I had the eyebrows twitching away as new story was regaled.
I hit the road again and soon found myself driving down an insanely beautiful river valley, with constable-esque scenes on either side of me.
My astonishment at the river valley was as nothing to the lake I found at its end. The road closely hugs the lake shore, but a few hundred feet above it, offering superb views of the dramatic BC landscape. The Sun beat down heavily and sparkled on the water in that way it can only do in summer.
That evening I rolled into Lac le Jeune provincial park near kamloops, to find a sign saying campground full. I never trust signs like that, particularly as the campground was operating in self registration mode, so only a skeleton staff. This implied that the sign could stay like that for days before being taken down, so I ventured on and toured past countless occupied sites until finally falling on a vacant first-come-first-served site.
Tomorrow: on to Vancouver!
* Shuswap has two local by-laws both of which have now been broken. The first relates to upholding the tradition of swapping of shoes and the second relates to really poor jokes about the name.