We moved north. Summer lingered a bit on the southern border of Canada where we drove for a while. The border was barely visible, only marked by a kind of monolith every kilometre. No other boundary or barrier existed, something that must have been quite different on the southern border of the US. I felt like it would be easy to cross by mistake if you just wanted to talk a walk through the vines.
Afar, we could see Mount Baker following us along from the states.
Unfortunately, the bad weather caught up and while the rain started on Vancouver island, it quickly reached us through our first stop in Kamloops. We ended up hiding our tent behind some rescue group’s shelter. These five guys were coming from Victoria to look for someone in the Kamloops area. The weather getting worse and colder, they invited us for dinner and we were able to learn a bit more about what they came here to do. They are basically volunteers working for the police, acting when they have given up on search. Eventually, it means they are looking for people they know probably passed away already, may it be because they got lost or else… They didn’t give us much details about it, but it was understandable. It was the third time they came in the area for that search. They were hoping that with the water melting, they’d have more chance…
Onto the next day, we got a break in the clouds and headed north to Wells Gray Provincial Park. Some kilometres onto a gravel road led us to Clearwater Lake Campground where we cooked a savoury dinner before the rain gave us another hard time.
The area is known for its waterfalls so we went ahead to see a few. Surprisingly, the park seems to be owned by Germans since most of the indications are translated in German and a lot of tourists were from there as well. Didn’t expect that in the middle of British Columbia.