We are sitting in a line of cars with about a thousand other people waiting for a ten minute ferry ride to shuttle us across Arrow Lake. As the crow flies, we are only 30 miles from Slocan Lake. Time wise? Oh I don’t know…we’ve been waiting about two hours and may have about three to four more hours to go. But we weren’t planning on arriving at Slocan until tomorrow anyway.
Tonight, we were planning to get to Revelstoke. When I still had phone reception, we called and cancelled our reservation and made a new one at a little town called Nakusp, which is another 28 miles after the ferry crossing and much closer to Slocan than Revelstoke. Why?
Rain caused floods which washed out roads, a bridge and made lots of land slides. Roads are closed.
So, we found another route. Lots of other people have found this only route as well.
It’s getting rather friendly. Every half hour the line will move as cars are placed upon the ferry. We all get into our cars, drive the bit of distance, park and carry on with our visiting. The visiting started about an hour ago. Before that, people wandered about and kept to themselves. We drained the iPod of its juice listening to our book. We like traveling with a story being read to us. Makes the time fly. We are listening to The Name of the Wind by Philip Rothfuss. I’ve read that story and am loving it all over again. Rothfuss is a genius storyteller and you can listen to his tale over and over. Can’t wait for the last book of the trilogy.
It’s a beautiful evening. The rain is gone, leaving a trail of rainbows and mist in the mountains. It’s going on 8:00pm, so the sun is casting a warm glow as it slants across the lush green forests. It’s cooling off and folks are donning hoodies and fleece jackets.
People are walking down to the ferry terminal and getting snacks. Al and I are going to switch places. I’ve been behind the wheel long enough. Al drove this morning. Then I took over. Now we are both rather glassy-eyed and a tad slaphappy.
It will be nice to rest when we are able. In the meantime….it’s a beautiful evening. I just asked a woman how much longer….of all people to ask….she was German and therefore a slight communication problem. In other words, I don’t know anything new.
And now it’s July 3rd and we are chilling in a hotel in Portland, OR. Tomorrow, we will be home and I will have lots of pictures to post.
The ferry boat was a 7 1/2 hour wait. We reached our hotel around 1 in the morning that night. We got up early the next morning and headed for our outfitters… on the lake by noon.
And so our adventure began–23 miles of paddling and camping. It was hard work and we arent 20 year olds anymore, but it was so much fun and i cant wait to do it again.
The pictures will be worth all these words, so I won’t even begin.
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