Saturday, May 21st.  430 miles.  Route 16 holds no excitement.  Route 97 south towards Vancouver has some potentially great valley views.  It is huge, side to side.   A little Sound of Music quality with a touch of How Green Was My Valley.  I took a few pictures,  but the cloudy conditions ruin the views.  Rained some too.

I’m definitely in Cowboy Country.  Lots of horses (a few donkeys and three llamas too).  My hotel would, in the big city, be the kind that charged rooms by the hour.  Here I guess it’s a place for cowboys to stay.  But it’s cheap and so far quiet.

Last full day in Canada.  I want to say thanks and goodby to terrific views, great people, and cheap campsites.  I further want to just say goodby to loose gravel, dust, a ridiculously high bug-to-windshield ratio, expensive hotels, kilometers, and the ever-present chip reader.  The last item, I fear, will soon be a thing in the States.  Be very afraid.

Going to drive through Canada wine country tomorrow.  Look, but not taste.  Maybe one place.  Certainly ice wine if they offer it.