We packed up all our things and left Vancouver early in the morning. But our summer adventure wasn’t quite over yet.
With a small 3-car convoy, loaded with siblings, cousins, and one large dog, we headed back to the Okanagan.
By then, forest fires had been burning for a number of weeks in the Okanagan, and the Croswnest (Highway 3) was closed due to fire. We took the Coquihalla (Highway 5).
The main difference is that the 3 is curvier, and the 5 is steeper and faster (120km/hr).
When it was first built, my dad took us out on the new highway “just to check it out”.
My most hated feature: when the driver ahead of you slows down going through the snowsheds. Noooooooo!
We had a pick nick in Hope in that park we always stopped in on every single childhood road trip ever.
We drove all the way to Lake Okanagan.
- Eagles: 5
- Clear cut: 1
- Open pit mine: 1
- Total distance: 7100 km
And how did my hippy dad find the Coquihalla? “Far out” of course.