We headed to Cache Creek to see if we could find a mechanic. While purchasing engine coolant the guy from the gas station, he said, “there’s a mechanic that hangs out in the restaurant” and he ran off to find him. Less than a minute later, two guys come back and tell us everything that we need to know about our car. They said not to worry. They said that we did everything we could have and to take it easy and we should be fine. They guessed that it was a vapor lock and the light would turn off shortly. These Canadians are damn friendly. We trudged northwards with me glancing at the check engine light every few minutes to see if it was still on. It always was. Whenever we stopped, I would top off the engine coolant to make sure there wasn’t too much water inside. One stop for gas, I turned on the car and the light did not come on! We didn’t have any car problems the rest of the way to Anchorage.
Following highway 97 north we passed towns on the map that consisted of one building at an intersection. We had gotten the Milepost as a gift and there were lots of warnings stop often to get gas as the stations are far apart and not always open. We never had a problem. This far south still felt pretty urban.
We stopped at the Williams Lake visitor center to inquire about climbing and fishing. They weren’t too sure about either. We went on a bit of a goose chase to find a climbing spot, but the road got a bit too rutted out and our overloaded little car couldn’t make it to where we wanted to go. We finished our day in a place we will never forget. In the visitor center at Williams Lake, the helpful person behind the counter casually mentioned a recreation area on our way north that is nice. It was off the highway and down a dirt road for about half an hour. Unsure of what we would find, we nervously drove past a few fifth wheels that all seemed to have boats. They seemed to be parked wherever they wanted. There were no showers. There was no running water. There were composting toilets. There were plenty of spaces to set up a tent.
We parked beside a picnic table and set up our tent. That was when we realized that these recreation sites were all through British Columbia and are all completely free. We fished the dead calm lake and had an amazing lake paddle that we will always remember. They sky was amazing.
The water was pancake flat like we had never seen. The trees were perfectly reflected on the lake surface. Fish were jumping, but not being caught. Birds were everywhere. Talking to other people staying there, the fish are few and far between, but can be huge. 10 pound trout was the goal of most people there. I didn’t feel too bad not catching anything. Some people catch two fish a day and are pretty stoked on that. We watched a beautiful sunset that seemed to go on forever.