A Bert In The Bush
Rained off the TransCanada Highway late in the afternoon, the nearest reasonable camping spot was the rest area at Three Valley Gap. Reasonable meaning reasonably dry, reasonably close, and reasonably quiet. Well, quiet might be a stretch what with the big-rigs and trains sounding like their coming through the tent.
I had thought to make at least 30km today but the rain put an end to any thoughts of thirty. Rain is one thing, but the deluge that accompanies every passing vehicle is something else. Half-water, half-sand, you don’t really get wet so much as filthy.
The rest area had just enough of a dry spot for a tent. And apparently a Bert in the bush is better than two in the hand. Wait, that’s not right. A bush in hand is better than two Berts. Nope. Still not right. How about two bushes for every Bert. Whatever. There were some bushes and me.
Tomorrow, the Columbia River. Rain or no rain and bushes be damned.