After a very bad night’s sleep camped next
to yet another major road we took off with heavy eyelids. For the morning we thought that we were back
in the Prairies since the landscape was very similar and then the afternoon returned to the scenery that we were used to.
That would be me down there
That would be Alex over there
A sockeye salmon caught the old fashioned way with a net on a stick just like how we used to catch sticklebacks
I asked the fisheries officer how many finish are caught this way and he told me that he thinks 700 fish had been caught in 9 hours and one lad got 3 fish in one net
A KTM rider we met on the road
Why the grumpy look? I am concentrating. But you over fill the oil every time and have to remove the excess with a syringe it should now be a totally automatic operation.
Not a lake to fall into
A true old fashioned ferry. Angle the boat across the river and let the flow of water take you across
The racehorse breaks down. Get yourself a donkey of a DRZ400. This time the hydraulic cam chain tensioner had lost its pressure. Hi tec = more to go wrong
The night's campsite at Lillooet. Sounds like somewhere out of Gulliver's Travels
Many switch backs and steep gravel roads throughout the day
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