Sept 4 When I rule the world or Karma and I

Written Aug.5 about my trip from Hope to Pitt Meadow BC

farms against the mountains near Agassiz

farms against the mountains near Agassiz

Oh my gosh. It is summer here. I need to dig into my bag and find my shorts. I dragged my sandles from their hiding place under the seat. When I got up yesterday in my little wild rose retreat I couldn’t believe the weather. The sky was blue, the temperature even in my little shade haven was warm and my nose was being teased by the fragrance of the roses. Ummmm. I knew that my drive would be short so I didn’t rush. I ate a liesurly breakfast of
cooked oats,yogurt and berries. Life was good.

pulled over checking the map and the area

pulled over checking the map and the area

I pulled Karama out of her resting place. I haven’t needed her to negotiate the northern roads. There seems to be two ways to go, south or north execpt on a few roads that go east or west. I am never lost. Coming toward Vancouver I thought maybe I could use the assistance and the company. I have missed Karma’s cultured and slightly hysterical voice by my side.

Our problems started when she realized that the fast and slightly boring trans Canada highway ran within hearing distance of the campground and would go almost past Marcel’s  house, that was her immediate choice of the right road. I explained to her that I wanted to take the slower but more scenic hwy 7. She recalculated frequently and tried to get me back to the Trans Canada but after we left Hope and got onto 7 she seemed to settle down. Once we got into the beautiful town of Agassiz she told me to get on hwy 7/9 and then onto 9. I had an intuition I was heading the wrong way
and pulled over to look at the map. I was. I drove around Agassiz again and once again found myself on the wrong road. Another pull over and then I realized that Karma had found another way to get me back onto Hwy 1 and was hoping that my eyes were too glazed over with the mountain views to be paying much attention. I stopped the car and told her in no uncertain
terms that we WERE taking highway 7…that was all there was too it. She sulked and didn’t say anything while I found my cut off. Then we cruised into Pitt Meadow through Mission and Maple Ridge. I guess I can’t blame her for wanting to be in control after been locked in the glove box for the past couple of months. I think we have worked that little power struggle out. I guess I will find out next time.

Just outside of Pitt Meadows last evening

Just outside of Pitt Meadows last evening

If I ruled the world and if I had time to think about the little things while I was occupied with all of the grave issues facing the globe I would make it easier for tourists who wanted to take pictues. As I drove through the green rural areas that butt against tall mountains, more than once I wanted to stop the car and snap away. Unlike some of the northern routes where you can just stop mid road, run around and get a good shot, these roads are busy and narrow. There was no place to pull off. I have some great memories of
incredible scenery but these are not on my camera. One in particular saw the road clinginging to the side of the mountain. On my approach to the rise I could see the road with all of its switch backs lifting up above me. OOO I would have liked to have that picture.  OK, if I ruled the world, I think I might work on more than just having happy tourists…but it would be a start.

It occured to me the other day as I stopped at a road side view point
along with several other touristy types that we all must have much the same pictures  stuffed in our photo albums because in the mountains, unless you have someone hanging out the window while you drive you can only snap pictures at certain places. My photo album will have a lot in common with those folks from Austria following me that day. I had a note from Fran in Australia who took a trip from Kamloops to New York many years ago and said my pictures reminded her of her time here. Must have the same photos (-:  (Thanks for writing Fran.)

See you later.

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