Well I fixed my furnace, loose connector at the gas valve. Hard to find. I jammed a couple of nails into the connector and now it works.
Now onto the report...
Sunday September 9.
Saturday was an awesome day, especially around mud lakes and poison mountain, where it was more than just fast gravel forest service roads. The rest was OK but I'm not a huge fan of fast open gravel roads, they are just a means to get somewhere more fun to ride - at least for me. I like it when it feels you are more on a jeep trail, or a tight gravel road with lots of ups downs lefts rights and whoopsy doodles. And mud lakes / poison mountain delivered!
Well today will be another awesome day with some cool stuff.
But first we got to get some food in the belly, and if I recall correctly the Reynolds Motel in Lillooet was plain but decent. I think everybody got a good meal. We got going after 11:00AM.
We then ride out of Lillooet heading North following the west side of the Fraser River on the gravel road aka West Pavillions. Highway 99 is on the East side - at least for a while, then turns away while we stay close to the river. The mighty Fraser! I am reminded of this map from when I was a kid. A version of this map has been kicking around for a long time. This is how I learned my BC geography.
(jpeg from a blog called Retro Coast).
Heading out of Lillooet up the Fraser Canyon.
We ran into three stray or feral dogs along the way. This one looked particularly nasty but was not aggressive, just wary. They probably reside on lillooet tribal lands and are more than 10 kilometers from home. Reserve dogs are a problem in many communities.
We stop for a break. Vito and Vlad.
This is when I find out my headlight has lost a bolt and the whole thing is rattling around. Thanks to Brian who carries a spare collection of bolts lest his thumper vibrate away a few. We managed to get it to work pretty good. Brian recommends going through all my bolts with loctite. I concur. Vito, me and Brian.
We continue Northwards. The typical road surface here.
We come across this spectacular slope that looks more unstable than it probably is... but it does look unstable. One wrong move and it is a quick trip to the bottom of the Fraser Canyon. A one way trip.
The side of the slope. Yikes!
Where we are going... up the hill to the right.
Looking back to Where we just came from, interesting how this slope is wooded and the other previous shot is nearly bare.
Going down to Big Bar Ferry. Some steep slopes with tight switchbacks. No problem because the surface is well graded but a bit loose in sections.
At the bottom it got really sandy. I decide to wait for Vlad with my camera
and help Vlad if he needs any. Turns out he does as I see a rider down in a cloud of dust.
I run up to see how he is doing, but first I take the photo. That is very important, photo first!
But I could tell he was OK, he was smiling.
We continue down through the sand. Big Bar Ferry in the distance.
We stop to help somebody in a Honda Odyessy who got stuck pulling a trailer up from the Ferry. One idea was to turn the trailer around so they could head back the way they came. Luckily, somebody was driving by in a truck that could pull the trailer out past the sand section.
And off they go, to be reconnected to the Honda a kilometer or so away. I hope they got home OK, maybe they are still there... somewhere...
Heading to the Ferry. This ferry has no motor, it uses the river current to move back and forth, held in place by a fixed tether to a suspended cable. The technical term is a reaction ferry. Never was on anything like it. Using the current to sail across the river by angling the pontoons.
All aboard as Brian is last down the ramp.
Ready to roll to the other side
We are back on gravel on the Big Bar Road, working our way further North. This cozy spot caught my eye.
Some years are tough, and there is no market, so the farmers leave their crops in the ground. It is sad...
Looking back, this sign gives the operating hours for the ferry. Funny I don't remember any signs coming from the other way.
This was a fun bit of gravel road, swoopy and turny. The kind of gravel I like. I got into a fun groove on this one. The road is called Dog Creek Canoe Creek Road on google maps. They can't make their minds up.
We cross back over the Fraser to get onto Gang Ranch Road. Hey I know all this now cause of Google Maps. At the time I was clueless. There is a neat bridge across the Fraser here.
We all gather for a group shot midspan. Had to make sure the kickstand was in the right place as you can see. It was windy, I lost a glove that was blown into the river and had to throw the other one away as a result. So this was an expensive photo.
So the last man before me leaving the bridge was Brian, I was last to go as I was dicking around getting my other pair of gloves out. Brian takes off, and doesn't wait and the road splits soon after, which was one of our rulez - wait until the last guy can see which direction the group went. I can't see any tracks in the road. I have to decide left or right. I never studied Vito's map. I turned right. BRIANNNNNN!!!!!!
This is a shot of Brian from Vlad's bike, I am way back, not sure if I am going the right or wrong way.
I am all alone. I can't see anyone in the distance. I am thinking to myself that I will camp in the woods if I don't catch them soon as it is getting a bit late in the day. I will try and phone them tomorrow. Thinking about finding a spot by a stream. In some kind of way I was enjoying the thought. Shit happens. Make do and it will go right in the end.
I did have some company though...
Hallelujah, by this time I had caught up to them. Brian, you are forgiven. All is well. I was going the right way after all.
Vito is arguing with me about who will close the fence. I am in a trance, he is getting angrier.
This was the entrance to this nice jeep trail on the Gang Ranch Vito found... it was NICE
More fields. We did not go up the hill, our route turned left at the bottom of the hill.
Into the woods. We had to make our way through this section. Impassable for most vehicles. We go up.
PS that was the only in focus shot. It is not all about me, I just happened to be in the shot that was in focus.
Now we are all safe on the other side. We briefly contemplate camping in the area, but it looks like it might rain and it is a bit muddy. It would be bad to ride out of there in real muddy conditions. Unfortunately we didn't get any shots after this one to give a good impression of the trail beyond here. It was a fun little trail.
We finally kick out to a major gravel road - Farwell Canyon Road. It is getting late, we need to camp soon.
Very nearby we stop for a view of Chilcotin River in Farwell Canyon. Very nice spot, picture does not do it justice. River rafting through the canyon in the summer is a draw.
This is our view. We spy an area next to the river where we figure we can camp. It is a First Nations fishing area with an old run-down cabin in the background.
We check it out and get the OK from the two natives camping there. They were very friendly and happened to be also very stoned. We contemplated camping right next to the Chilcotin River but it was too rocky. So we ended up on the bench nearby.
We sucked back some Scotch and took it easy. More later...
PS I leave it for Brian to describe what happened to him in the sand at the Big Bar Ferry... Brian???? Or maybe I will have to say something. I only wished we got photo evidence. Guys, photo first!!!!!!!!!!!!