Up at 5:30, left North Vancouver at 7:00 (an hour later than planned).
Live wildlife spotted: none.
Roadkill: three (one indeterminate small, one rodent, and one beaver-size).
Road music: A Bach motet on the radio through the Fraser Valley, driving towards the mountains. Jim Byrnes blues and gospel thereafter.
Snags: Major accident stopped all traffic just after the Yale tunnel. Backed up and went via the Coquihalla instead. Missed driving through the rest of the tunnels of the Fraser Canyon; going the other way, you only see the Shakespearean names of the Othello tunnels from the highway.
- Mountains with dazzling streaks of snow on the upper reaches;
- Road ribboning ahead, with heat haze rising and flashes from the sun reflecting off the metal of distant cars. Repeat, mile after mile;
- Little white churches on reserves; wild purple lupins; blue sky and blue lakes;
- Many dead pines foreshadowing lots more forest fires this summer.
Arrived at a lake in the South Cariboo in the early afternoon.
- An intense scent of lilac from two trees at the peak of their blossoming;
- Peace and silence;
- 33 degrees.
- 33 degrees is the perfect temperature when sitting reading in the shade;
- Watching the light change on the lake seems like a useful activity;
- The old cabin with an outhouse used to be what I thought of as rustic. Now that there is full plumbing and electrical, the new rustic is dial-up (28.8).