Day 15: Myra Canyon to Beaverdell, BC

(Day 2 of 2019)

The garage in Beaverdell, BC (pop 258) actually has good coffee. And the General Store sells New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc so we’re doing ok.
In the Hoodoo adventures van from Summerland to Myra Canyon this morning a fellow traveller had prepared us for the worst by telling us we would find neither.

Not a wildly exciting or spectacular 69km on the bikes from Myra Canyon to Beaverdell; the highlight of the day was crossing the Wilkinson Creek with its lovely yellow steel and wooden bridge.
A pretty but samey landscape of pine trees, aspens, scree slopes and the occasional meadow or lake had us desperately looking for bears (nope) deep puddles (several), rock slides (many) or anything else to break the monotony.

We are still on the Kettle Valley Railroad trail and came across several cyclists and a couple of ATVs on this relatively flat leg. The campgrounds at the lakes are busy in these parts and summer is in the air (as is the smoke from wildfires many thousands of kilometres away in northern Alberta).

No coffee-shop breakfast or pub lunch stop contributed enormously to our slight feeling of “meh”. We did have home cooked eggs and bacon, and sandwiches complemented by Annelore’s amazing date balls for the trip, but it still felt just wrong to travel so far without going near a pub!

Eventually the Wilkinson Creek flowed into the Kettle River and a rocky track brought us past the old Miners Exchange Building and Station, over the wooden bridge and in to “town” in Beaverdell.
Having stocked up on Rock Creek Cider in the General Store we spent the late afternoon in our surprisingly cool cabin (it’s above 30 degrees outside) and prepared for a pizza dinner at the local. How bad could it be?

Today: 69km
Total so far 930km

#transcanadatrail
#thegreattrail

Playing with the selfie camera on the move

Obligatory selfie at McCulloch Dam – this dam provides the drinking water for Kelowna

Plenty of water sports today
Gill hoping someone will deliver cider

Wet feet, muddy butts
Dreaming of a plane ride
Such green meadows
It’s not a pub but the shores of Arlington Lake are a decent spot for a sandwich lunch stop.

Rock hopping
Landslides being these pretty flowers
“Please keep gate closed” the sign says. No fence, a cliff on one side and trail on the left. We are still trying to figure it out.
Crossing the family creek
Getting splinters in the bum stretching on the bridge over the family creek
Hand washing in the family creek

Why this guy has hundreds of dolls nailed to the wall of his cabin we will never know. Banjo music in our heads stopped us going in to ask 😱
Speaking of banjos
We’ll head here for dinner tonight.
We finally found a bear
It’s cool, clean and comfy.
69km

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