August 23rd, 2007
Today I was just heading into Sicamous and then to Salmon Arm. We’d been warned, like so many times before, about dangerous roads ahead. But I figured that there was nothing to worry about since I was only doing about 50 km today.
As luck would have it, the advise we had received was pretty accurate. The pavement quickly morphed from silky smooth to borderline unskateable. The pain from the vibrations created by the terrible surface slowed my pace to almost a stand still. I was hurting and frustrated when I finally made it to Sicamous. It had taken a little over an hour to travel only 10 kilometers. But It seemed like the asphalt was beginning to improve. Maybe the stretch from here to Salmon Arm would be better.
Think again. As we were about to leave, we were given yet another warning from locals about the next few kilometers. This time, the pavement wasn’t as painful as the morning, but the shoulder suddenly vanished! Now I was weaving my way along the water and through the mountains and had to contend with impatient traffic. It was next to impossible for cars to pass me since we couldn’t see what was coming around the next bend. Occasionally I would find a patch of gravel wide enough that we could pull the RV off the road so cars could scoot by. The only condition really going my way was the fact that I was going down hill for the most part.
I don’t know if it was just a coincidence or if the Salmon Arms newspaper photographer is telepathic, but he had explained to us that there had been about 9 accidents on this part of the highway in the last few days. No sooner had my Dad hung up the phone did I come rolling past a collision. There was no room and no time to stop to see what was going on, but it was obvious that it had happened only seconds before I appeared. Hopefully everyone was alright. Fortunately I wasn’t far from Salmon Arm at this point.
When I finally reached the city, I’d completed just under 50 km. But this was my stopping point for today and I was quite content with that. I was in no mood to face any more rough or windy roads today.
Pierre’s Point Campground offered us a site for the night which we gladly accepted. This campground was like no other I’ve ever seen. The facilities and amenities were wonderful, but I’ve never seen a busier campground in my life! I can’t even begin to estimate how many people were there, but I felt a little sardine-like being crammed in with so many other people. I also met a great woman, Anna, working at the concession who told me that her daughter works at the Boston Pizza in Kamloops that I will be going to. I’m looking forward to meeting her.
It’s been a few days since our last Boston Pizza visit, so the withdrawal symptoms were screaming in full force when we walked into the restaurant in Salmon Arm. The store gave me a very simple, but very successful welcoming. With the help of Cheryl, Angie and Katrina, The Salmon Arm Boston Pizza turned out to be one of the best stops! And as if the donations weren’t enough, Cheryl contributed to my license plate collection that I have been accumulating along this trip. I now have a Yukon plate with all my others!
When we got back to the campground, tragedy stuck us. Someone stole our extension cord! We had left the chord at the site so people would know that it was occupied. We never expected someone to walk by and take it. But the chord had an adapter on the end of it which we badly needed. Dad was running around to our neighboring sites to track down any witnesses. He was about to start interrogating another family when a man came over and explained that his wife had picked up the chord and was going to take it to the office. Hmmm. Sounds suspicious to me! Regardless, we were relieved to have the chord back so we could sleep easy.