Well, we arrived late, so we figured a little sleep in might be in order. Besides, the other group had a huge day today so I had given orders for them to get going early.

By 10:30 I was starting to get a little worried though, even though the guys in our crew said they had some definite slackers in the other crew. The lack of communications and our reliance on the one vehicle between the 2 groups really became apparent here.

Luckily, Andrew showed up with the U-Haul (this is our 3rd one, for those of you keeping track) shortly after 11. Unluckily, he immediately sank it in a ditch. Those trucks are low, and for a guy who normally drives a compact, it’s not a surprise.

No amount of young gun effort wass going to shift a 3 ton cube, so I high tailed it for town while Martin and Monica (one of the Saint’s teachers along for the trip. She’s a gas, more about her later). I took the extra time to hop a lift up to Westbank to grab my truck so we could dispense with the 2 vehicle program.

Here’s an ad for ya. That’s Okanagan Towing if you ever need un-stucking. Even gave us a deal.

Meanwhile…back on the trail….

Conor Lees photo.

A boring section for the first day, and it’s soft and sandy too. Plus, no one (not even the guides) had done it before. Sort of like my first year doing this trip…

Ask Martin. He’ll tell you it was like eatin’ weiners.

At least our camp was a lot nicer this time.

Conor Lees photo.