'Purple Rain' - Prince.
Tenuous. But we are in Prince George, it's raining, plus it is a great song.
We are so happy to see the rain. Yes, wet people of Britain, we really are. It is a blessed relief after the heat wave that has been following us around. It started in the evening, after a blue sky day, with a dramatic storm. As I write we are in our super cosy bed ( on the roof of a Defender!) with the rain pounding onto the roof. It's all rather lovely. It will have stopped by the morning and be warm again although, hopefully, a little fresher.
It was a pretty days drive on the Yellowhead Highway to get here. We had sparkling views of Mount Robson, the highest in the Canadian Rockies, and the verges were covered in a cornucopia of wild flowers. We were warned many times about being vigilant for bears and moose on the roadside but alas, not one animal did we see. Not so much as a gopher.
I have to report to child #4 that the town named for you (as they rather oddly say here) is not very lovely but the people are friendly. I cannot imagine living somewhere like this where it is 500 miles just to get to Vancouver. That feeling can only get stronger in the coming days. This is as far north as I have ever been in Canada and so we are in unchartered territory from now on.
We bid farewell to Angela and Jeremy today as they are going to Okanagan in their super luxurious camper, whilst we Landie people are off towards Alaska and it is still a hell of a long way.
We are so happy to see the rain. Yes, wet people of Britain, we really are. It is a blessed relief after the heat wave that has been following us around. It started in the evening, after a blue sky day, with a dramatic storm. As I write we are in our super cosy bed ( on the roof of a Defender!) with the rain pounding onto the roof. It's all rather lovely. It will have stopped by the morning and be warm again although, hopefully, a little fresher.
It was a pretty days drive on the Yellowhead Highway to get here. We had sparkling views of Mount Robson, the highest in the Canadian Rockies, and the verges were covered in a cornucopia of wild flowers. We were warned many times about being vigilant for bears and moose on the roadside but alas, not one animal did we see. Not so much as a gopher.
I have to report to child #4 that the town named for you (as they rather oddly say here) is not very lovely but the people are friendly. I cannot imagine living somewhere like this where it is 500 miles just to get to Vancouver. That feeling can only get stronger in the coming days. This is as far north as I have ever been in Canada and so we are in unchartered territory from now on.
We bid farewell to Angela and Jeremy today as they are going to Okanagan in their super luxurious camper, whilst we Landie people are off towards Alaska and it is still a hell of a long way.
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