Oh! Canada - We prepare at Cache Creek

Crossing the border just east of I-5 is a piece of cake.  We didn't need to drink down all that wine last night, but no regrets.

As we move north on Canada-1, following the course of the impressive Frazier River, Claudia comments on the lack of our accustomed foothills as large green mountains tower before us.  Soon we are traveling in canyons with high barren sides, which in time morph into mildly hilly areas looking dry and uninteresting.  

Canadian prices seem quite high.  One Canadian dollar currently buys 0.985 USD, nearly par, but it feels worse, especially for fuel. 

We arrive at our Cache Creek BC campground in 92-degree weather and meet an Airstream couple from Oregon also going on the caravan, Bob and Janine.  Bob used to live in Danville, our old town.  He hears I used to work for Pacific Bell and asks if I knew someone, but the "someone" was the chairman of what I think was a 107,000 employee company at the time, and I did not know him, and he certainly did not know me.  Bob and he used to play a lot of tennis.  

We enjoy meeting Bob and Janine and it will be fun traveling with them the next 60+ days.

Cache Creek is a two-night stop.  We spend the second day relaxing, making minor repairs, and exchanging ideas on how to defend against road damage on the Alaska Highway (Barry’s windshield was chipped yesterday).  

Marcia prepares in her way.

I had added some hardware cloth between my grill and radiator before leaving home, and Barry and Mike decided to do the same, only put it on the outside of their grills.   Their way seems more reasonable now and I had considered it, but in Roseville it just seemed silly looking.   (Soon we will find others going to even greater lengths to protect their trucks and rigs from flying road stones.)