Mountains in the distance	Mountains in the distance	Driving!	Squamish, our first stop. Greg has relatives here	Squamish

	The Stawamus Chief...Greg's mom tells stories of the school bus stopping to watch climbers when she was young. It took a week to climb.	'Downtown' Squamish	Whistler, famous ski resort and site of the 2010 winter olympics	Whistler ski lodges along the highway. Expensive and pretentious	Coast range mountains

	Between Whistler and Pemberton	A cordwood cabin! This is on the Lil'Wat Nation indian reserve. We were too shy to stop and ask about it	There will be lots of mountain photos in this album	Mountains	Mountains

	Entering Lilooet. It's a tiny, hot, kinda grubby town. Sorry, but it is.	Lilooet hills	Very pretty shallow lake along the way	Same	Jen taking pictures of Greg when he's at his absolute best. Bleh.

	Our first campsite. It was noisy (along the highway), cold, rainy, and annoying. We woke up and left at 4:45am. Hope we woke up the people who were loud and obnoxious the night before.	'Chasm', north of Clinton BC. Incredible place.	Chasm	Jen at Chasm. She's afraid of heights, so the fence is good :)	Chasm

	Chasm	Chasm	Chasm sign	Stagecoach. Read next pic for why it's here	Gold rush trail sign

	Williams Lake. Nice sign, but we didn't go into town at all.	Damned cool rock formation...like hexagonal columns. Nice to see they haven't been grabbed by people wanting house decoration.	Quesnel visitors centre, with a chainsaw-carved miner	World's largest goldpan!	Moose! When Jen saw her first moose she said "Holy f***ing cow! A moose!"

	Devil's Canyon. We probably should have took pics of it instead of the sign.	Ancient tractor at the Wells, BC visitors centre (which was closed, annoyingly)	Barkerville! Google it, please. This place deserves a lot more attention.	Barkerville building	Barkerville's 'downtown'

	Barkerville building, including giant polar bear skin	Barkerville live theatre lineup	Barkerville's newspaper	Barkerville's Chinatown section. The chinese were an integral part of the growth of British Columbia.	Us!

	Barkerville's resident fox. The thing was huge...the size of a large dog.	Creek at Barkerville. Greg nabbed some cool rocks from the banks.	It was cold...now you know why we didn't camp.	Instead we stayed at the St. George Hotel. It's proprietors, Thomas and Bettina Schoen were immensely hospitable and welcoming. Highly recommended!	Room 2. Supposedly haunting by a woman who *gasp* is only visible to men and sits on the bed at 2:30am. Spooky.

	Room 7, just so you see what kind of room we stayed in.	Room 7	Barkerville entrance, from the parking lot. 100,000 people visit between May and September. Pretty astounding for a place in the middle of nowhere!	Our tour guides, known as David Thompson (?) and Fannie Bendixon	Barkerville stagecoach. No idea how much the ride costs.

	Local blacksmith, where you can buy keepsakes	St. Saviour Church	Mountain in the distance	Jen in the high mountain sun	Greg and Jen. Greg kept getting hit in the head my the bearskin

	Kelly House. One of three places for accomodation in Barkerville.	Barkerville building	Marmot! Danged things were everywhere, with underground tunnels underneath everything.	Someone lost their underwear!	One the way back from Wells and Barkerville we interrupted a bear eating dandelions.

	Beaverdams or human-made piles of cleared wood in a flood? We're not sure.	Mountains on the way to Tumbler Ridge, BC	Mountains	Mountains	Mountains

	Mountains	Icey lake in the Rocky Mountains	Mountains	Highway	Highway

	Runoff at the sedementary rocks we looked for fossils at with Greg's mom. We found some interesting bits, but nothing astounding.	Momma bear and three cubs! Amazing and cute!	Highway	Highway	Mountains

	Highway pic AND mountains!	Welcome to *cough* *wheeze* Stoner, BC!	Sunset at Ten Mile Lake in Quesnel, BC	Our campsite, and Jen refusing to ever take a flattering pic of Greg	We cooked on this fire (smokies in hot dog buns)

	Raven Ridge road...the 5.05 acres that we made an offer on	Raven Ridge road. The property slopes nicely up into the trees	You can barely see the old road on the land up the middle	Train tunnel and the Thompson river on the way home. It was rainy and crappy and a LONG drive	Misty mountains

	Whitewater in the river...a number of companies run rafting trips in this area	Whitewater	Hell's Gate, just in case you are wondering what it will look like	Misty mountains	River on the 'Angel bridge' (if we remember correctly)