Not the most ceremonious of occasions, I admit. Our first official night spent in the Vanagon was in the Walmart parking lot in Quesnel, BC. We put a lot of miles behind us and considering the delay at the border, we did quite well to get that far.
Leaving Vancouver and still in a bit of a fog following the border crossing, we traveled to the east mindlessly obeying the orders of the "Church Lady" (as Dean Bean had dubbed her), our on board GPS unit. We had programmed the shortest route as opposed to the fastest, and were well rewarded for our mistake as we headed north on route 1 out of a town called Hope. It was an unexpected and much appreciated deviation. This path proved to be somewhat of a happy accident and the serenity of the lesser traveled road did much to soothe our psyches.
Aside from that, the drive was largely uneventful. By the time we hit Quesnel, we were both pretty worn out. It was getting late and raining pretty hard. The site of the Walmart parking lot was a welcome one and we were quickly in our beds and off to dreamland.
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| Captain Bail-Dog cruises Canada's back roads. Photo by Jacob Crawford |
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| Spectacular scenery along route 1. Photo by Jacob Crawford |
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| Spectacular scenery along route 1. Photo by Jacob Crawford |
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