Mission to Hope

Hello Rocky

We left Mission after a hearty breakfast of porridge and banana to follow the Fraser River up to Hope, once a trading post for furs and a gold mining centre. We were told that it was a flat road adjacent to the railway line and river but still encountered enough hills to keep us on our toes. 

This part of the journey did not fail to surprise us as we left the campsite watching a big, butch guy in the trailer next to us take his cat for a walk on a leash.  The next animal spotted was a sole llama in a field a couple of miles down the road.  For dog lovers the locals in this part of British Columbia obviously go in for bigger dogs, rather than their compatriots in Vancouver who love the 'Paris Hilton' type handbag dogs, as there were plenty of Labradors and Alsatians barking at us as we passed by. 

 

We cycled past fields of blueberries and hazelnuts and became aquatinted with Canadian cargo trains that went on and on and easily had 150 carriages holding two containers apiece. 

After 88 km we reached Hope and opted for a motel. We needed a hot shower and to wash through a few clothes for the next few days. We reckon that if we keep moving nobody will notice we always wear the same clothes each day.