Short Get-a-way to Lillooet, BC

It all started last week when I decided to "seal" the threads on my Marmot tent.

There were torrential rains and flash flood warnings last July when we were in Bar Harbor, Maine and my tent had some minor leakage on the lower seams.   It turns out that the seams are not sealed on any tent from the factory so I bought some stuff to make them a bit more water resistant

I have methyl hydrate so I soaked a paper rag and cleaned up the threads before applying this seam stuff.  I let it cure for about half a day before I packed up my tent again

It looks shiney but it is dry and no longer tacking.  It's not the neatest job but as long as it works then I will be satisfied

Now that my tent was ready I was anxious to try it out and go camping one more time this year.  I never had much of a chance to relax on my cross country trip as I was riding long days and usually arrived at my destination for the night at sunset.   My original plan was to stop during the early afternoon and just relax for a few hours before sunset, but this was mostly not possible.   This time I wanted to pick a place a few short hours away and set up camp early and just enjoy the sun and relax

Early last week the long range forecast was for excellent weather.   Sunny and hot for this time of year with no rain in sight for a few days.   I still had a few vacation days left and I have to use them up by a certain time so I was able to book two days  on very short notice.

Last Thursday I left home around 8am and headed over the Lions Gate Bridge

and took the Upper Levels highway (hwy 401) and headed up the Sea-to-Sky highway.  No photos during this stretch but I stopped in Squamish for a quick breakfast sandwich and then headed past Whistler up to Pemberton and arrived in the native community of Mount Currie

I wanted to show you the Lil'Wat Gas Station & General Store

I wanted to show you the Stop Sign.   T'allec must mean stop.

I arrive at the junction and before long I was headed towards the famous Duffey Lake Road

There is nothing besided trees and bears until you get to Lillooet.  I did see a bear on the side of the road but I was going too fast to snap a photo.  He looked at me and smiled as I whizzed by on my Beemer.  Since I am riding alone I don't like to ride too fast

It is hard to see but the Lake is on the left side.  There is not much traffic along this stretch this morning

I eventually ride to the North end of Duffey Lake and stop to admire the blue water.   I continue on my way and as I approach Lillooet the terrain changes from flat and forest to arrid and mountainous.   I am riding to enjoy the scenery and I let all the aggressive drivers pass but soon I come upon another rider who was also riding at scenic pace so I just kept behind and followed



Eventually this rider pulled over at a scenic viewpoint so I pulled over too

Meet Alex riding his new Honda CBF1000 who is from North Vancouver.  We chat for a while and soon I am on my way again and stop at Seton Lake

From this point there are a series of switchbacks leading to water level

Soon I am walking the main street of Lillooet, BC.  I forgot my sunhat and I have to be careful to keep the sun off my head but I find one at one of the local stores

Hard to believe that I left home around 8am and after only 300 kms I only arrived here just after 2pm.  I mean it only took me 6 hours to do a 3 hour ride.   I still had lots of time to set up camp and relax but now the decision is to determine where to stay.

I think I am getting better at finding a home for the night.  There is hardly anyone else here and this campground is self registration

I think I am getting better at finding a home for the night.  There is hardly anyone here and this campground is on the honour system.  I set up my inflatable sleeping pad and sleeping bag and settle in for the rest of the day

So there is nothing more to do except to wait for the sun to go down . . .  there is no one to talk to.   I decided to just sit on the picnic table and ponder what to do and it was not long before I heard the sounds of another Motorcyclist heading my way . . .