2012
Rolling Over the 100K
Part
2 of 10
The
Port Mann Bridge
Hope
BC
Christina
Lake Park
The
Port Mann Bridge
Cruising
east along the Trans-Canada highway out of Vancouver and into the
lower mainland brings you through the growing cities of Surrey,
Langley, Abbottsford and Chilliwack. For the most part its rather
uneventful as would driving along any Canadian or American
Interstate, except for one thing, the majestic three billion dollar
Port Mann Bridge spanning the Fraser River. I have to catch my breath
every time I cross that unfinished bridge due to its towering height
and strikingly beautiful architecture. It is very nearly completed.
Tolls will help pay the cost. The Port Mann bridge rivals the great
Sunshine Causeway connecting St. Petersburg to Sarasota on Florida's
west coast. It is truly magnificent.
Hope,
BC
Hope
BC is a hub connecting arterial highways going north, east, west and
south. Its a very pretty place nestled between rivers and mountains.
Its where Sylvester Stallone was filmed in the making of First Blood.
From what I've read about this, he made quite an impression on the
local folks and he was very friendly with them. I have often taken
the wrong highway leading out of Hope ending up being in places I
didn't plan to be. This time however I was prepared. I committed
Highway signposts like Princeton, Osoyoos and Grand Forks to memory
to make sure I didn't end up too far north in Penticton or Kilowna by
mistake. Highway 3 was the key to getting East. Osoyoos always amazes
me. It straddles a lake at the bottom of a valley. I stopped briefly
at a Safeway supermarket for a chicken salad sandwich and a soft
drink and before you know it I was all refreshed again and ready to
continue. When climbing out of the town I stopped to take a photo
from a posted viewpoint where I met some visitors from Northern
England. Being from there myself they were amazed at how well I knew
the area where they were from. We even talked a little about the
escapades of the Coronation Street gang before I headed-off. When
they asked where I was going, I said “Ottawa, Ontario”. One of
my former countrymen said, “Blimey Lad! Your crazy! That's a hell
of a long way!”. I agreed with them and snapped the throttle of my
Harley to continue climbing the steep incline.
Christina
Lake Park
I
made good time that day and I decided to rest for the night at
Christina Lake RV Park. I made it very clear to the part-time person
in the office that I wanted no snacks, no camp-fire, no laundry
facilities and no noise. All I wanted was a quiet out-of-the way spot
where I could set up my tent and get some sleep. Nothing more! I'd
worry about getting some breakfast on the road the next morning. “No
Problem” she assured me and she pointed to a vacant camping spot
with no-one on either side of me. Behind me was a thin wire fence
with some vacant benches and what looked like a giant fire place that
was not used. How nice! At midnight, however, I was awakened by soft
singing. About a dozen boys and girls had lit a giant campfire and
were having a sing-song not twenty feet on the other side of the thin
wire fence. Some songs were religious in nature. If I hadn't have
been so tired I would have probably enjoyed it but there was no way I
could get back to sleep. They left about 2:00am but about four of
then stayed behind talking amongst themselves until around 4:00am. I
fell asleep around 5:00am. I woke up at 6:00am and promptly left the camp-ground not too quietly.
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