September Labour Day trip 2008.
Let me say right off the bat that Mat was kidding about this trip sucking: it was an exceptionally good trip. You had to be there!
Members present: Marcin, Drew, Glenn, Gary T, Garry B, Mat, Aaron with Carolyn and Skylar (well behaved kid as usual), Mat, and Bill.
Allan, who works with Marcin, was a guest.
A hearty thanks to Mat for his outstanding Trailmaster efforts to guide us through tough terrain and safely bring us home. Great job Mat! My report card grade for you is “A” for navigational skills, and “Excellent” for attitude and enthusiasm! (Can’t help it, it’s the teacher in me)
I know we say this every time, but this run was one of the best! We had every experience of weather, climate, road, vehicle, and fellowship that anyone could expect.
The weather ranged from cloudy, drizzle rain, heavy rain, sleet, snow, fog, damp, dry, sunny, and almost hot. The climate ranged from dry desert to rainforest soaking, and snowy alpine. The roads were pretty good with lots of alpine switchbacks, steep grades, narrow trails, sticky clay mud gumbo, to high-speed gravel. The vehicles proved once again that Land Cruisers rule the day. The fellowship of our Cruiser community, with people from all walks of life, holds us all together and unites us toward a common cause: having too much fun for any human beans.
Friday, August 29: Up the Sea-To-Sky highway with plenty of construction delays, past Whistler, Pemberton (Diesel $1.38), D’Arcy, Highline Road, Seton Portage (not a bad little village with some paved roads!), Mission Pass, Carpenter Lake and Mission Dam, Bridge River Trail with spectacular hydro penstocks, and on to Yalakom FSR, and past the Beaverdam Rec site to somewhere around Blue Creek where we camped the first night. The weather was damp and not promising, so the tarps went up. No dust and no mosquitoes! Interesting creek rocks for my garden. Warm fire on the creek bank. The night was damp and chilly and about 4:00 a.m. we heard Aaron packing up and moving out. In the morning he was nowhere in sight so I started a rumor that he had gone to the Lillooet Hotel to warm up. Anyway, it turned out that he had warmed up in the car and parked about 100 meters away so as not to bother us more. After a slow start we were off again towards Poison Mountain.
Saturday, August 30: Late start and continued down the Yalakom toward the base of Poison Mountain. We spent quite a bit of time trying to get up the backside of the mountain on an alternate trail but eventually had to back track and take the usual way in. We had just started up the mountain when we heard that Drew had a mechanical problem. One of the nuts on his right front upper control arm had fallen off and the arm had separated. It’s damn lucky this had not happened on the steep mountain slope. Drew was well prepared and quickly jacked up the FJ Cruiser and installed new poly bushings and a new nut and was back in operations inside of an hour. Meanwhile, we went up and enjoyed the fabulous view from the top, while the fog, wind, and drizzle swirled around us. Pretty spectacular. We came down and headed for Swartz (Fish) Lake and found a campsite. No mosquitoes! Tarps up once again with lots of rain, hail, and sleet after supper. Rubber boots, warm sleeping bag, and long johns in order! I think the chill and dampness was the low point of the trip for me, combined with the overnight snowfall, because the next morning I was ready to pack it in and head for steamy Meager Creek to warm up. Fortunately, Mat talked us out of that idea and motivated us to try for China Head and the Fraser Canyon area.
Sunday, August 31: Out of camp by 9:30 and north past Poison Mountain and over trails toward China Head. Lots of switchbacks and gumbo roads with sticky clay. At one point Garry B slid through a mud rut and ripped his L.R. tail light off on a log. The undersides of our vehicles had about 1” of clay mud that later hardened into an unbelievable ceramic dead weight that will have to be chiseled off. By the time we made it up to the China Head Ridge it was snowing hard sleet and we felt like the Everest expedition over that barren landscape. Suddenly we heard voices on Channel 4 and it turned out to be the Heard of Turtles coming from the opposite direction. Our two groups passed each other during an eerie foggy whiteout and they didn’t feel like hanging out up there. Coming down the far side of China Head, the weather brightened up and we saw some blue sky. As we got closer and closer to the Fraser Canyon the weather cleared up and we started shedding multi-layers of clothing. By the time we got to Big Bar, it was unbelievably dry, warm, and sunny! We camped south of the Big Bar Ferry on the sand bar near that old corral. It just felt so good to be in a dry and sunny place for a while. We started a fire and Drew strung up his VH frequency antenna and settled in for an evening of Ham radio chatter. God, it sure felt good to be there! What a day!
Monday, September 1, 08: Decamped and out by 9:30, over the Big Bar ferry (still free), and a long spectacular drive down the Big Bar High Road with the Camels foot canyon vistas, hoodoos, river gorges, and hay ranches. Through the Big Bar Indian Reservation and private ranch roads, and eventually up some extremely steep switchbacks to the Pavilion Road towards Kelly Lake. The road up the switchbacks was dry but once we got up to the plateau, the road suddenly turned gumbo puppy s*** mud and we needed 4WD just to avoid skidding off the corners. We lunched at Downy Provincial Park and the group split up there as we prepared to head home in different directions. There was zero traffic to Lillooet and on to Lytton. Even the canyon coming home was quiet but we took Lougheed Hwy 7 to be on the safe side. It looks like the family sedans are not driving these holiday weekends as much as they used to with the price of fuel being what it is now. The hard-core wheelers, pickups with ATVs in the back, and the big campers are still driving these weekends. A waitress in the Boston Bar burger joint said that it was a quiet weekend.
So, in conclusion, those of you who didn’t make this trip (ahem…Millson , Tetu, et al), I have to say that you missed the best trip of the year and all I can say is that you all should plan on an upcoming Mount Cheam trip in the Fall when the trees are changing colour. My fuel costs: $130. on the BJ74.
HEADS UP, MONTHLY CLUB MEETING THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 11.
BE THERE….