We drove north on BC 97 into lower British Columbia; the farther we drove the hotter it got
. We turned off of the Interstate at Hope, BC; the town was made famous by the movie "First Blood" – better known as Rambo. We were invited to a small town to have lunch with a co-worker on mine and his family. It was a very nice lunch of salmon and greens along with spaghetti and sauce. It is not normally 100 degrees Fahrenheit or 38 Celsius. The do not have air conditioning so we ate outside under a big tree. The breeze made it pleasant. In Florida, I would have died trying to do that. Thanks again SYRK.
We left in the late afternoon and started driving north; we ended up in a nice little town called Cache Creek. We stayed at the Brookside RV Park. There was a nice little brook/stream running through the property. Karen and I dipped our feet into the cool water. It was good that we were at a regular park so we could plug in and have A/C. Yes, we are pitiful.
We got up on time and got ready to go. Our wonderful host talked about biscuits and tomato gravy the night before so she was making us a patch for breakfast… they were great. We started heading off the island toward Bellingham. I turned in the rental car at the airport. It is a nice alternative airport to SEA. It worked out great for us so we did not have to backtrack to SEA or Everett. OK – now we are really on the way to Alaska. We headed north to Vancouver. We cut east before the border. We went across the border at Abbotsford, British Columbia (BC). Vern gave the border crossing a fist bump – it was very touching. The crossing guard asked if we had any weapons, hoards of cash or had we ever been to Canada. Lastly, she asked our license plate… Karen was stumped. I happened to look at it the night before. That was very helpful.