The goal is to find your favorite spot and to get there early enough in the weekend. .
which essentially is just past midweek. .
to be there before other groups arrive.
That's the truth.
We were not the first to arrive ..
but others in our group were...
and so we backed in . . .
and backed down ..
and set up camp.
While he parked the machine in the
carmachine port . . .
I set up the kitchen ..
and went to take a look at the beauty around us.
I probably shouldn't divulge where this spot is. .
but hey. .
it's too pretty to be selfish.
Drive north up the Coquihalla Highway and just a bit past the old toll booths. .
you'll find a gravel road which will take you down to the spot you see.
Even if you don't camp ..
the trees will be picture pretty in a few weeks and worth the drive.
This was a new experience for me. .
on the back of my beloved's quad.
I don't know what I expected. .
but it was faster ..
and bumpier than I imagined it might be.
I asked before leaving camp if I should take my digital SLR or my pocket camera.
He said. ."pocket camera"
and once I realized that my hand grips were not only for decoration ..
I understood why.
My friend Ruth rode her own quad and I was most impressed.
The trails are shared with cattle ..
and it seems they have seen the likes of us. .
often through the summer months.
At noon we stopped for a bite to eat.
I yelled down to get away from the edge . ..
and backed up to demonstrate what I meant.
Compartments were opened. .
and lunch was served .
My job as the only non-rider. .
was to take the photos. .
and so I stood on a rock again. .
to take pictures of them lining up after lunch to ride again.
The afternoon ride was up to Mount Henning.
While we rode up. .
my mind kept remembering the movie ..
Man from Snowy River.
You've seen it?
all for now. .