Golden Ears Silver Tour
July 14 & 15, 2001
by Don Warren
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Nine am came up quicker than we expected
and we made the Zellers departure time with little to spare.
We were fortunate that Angela (Holbrook) offered the use of her Plymouth
Convertible, as she and Del were off to Palm Springs the Thursday before.
I had the car for some minor repairs and it really made a difference to
us to be able to go in ‘old tin’ as we still are trying to get registration
on the 1940 Buick.  There for the start were the Deegans
(Trail Boss), Ledlins (Vice Trail Boss), Powells, Tuppers (Vern), Clarks,
Brkichs and Dick Sykes in his van (support Staff).
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 Off we went. First stop after dodging the Kamikaze birds in the tunnel
under Hastings Street (Cassiar Connector), was the Cypress Bowl observation
stop. (We caught up there, as we
had to drop off a pick up truck at our son’s home in North Van.)
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 Next stop, Porteau Cove for a lunch
stop, supplied by the Chapter. Carlson’s
met us there in the Divco. A tad
windy and cool but the growlies consumed and the Royal Hudson, with modern
engine admired we were off once again for Squamish and points north.
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 In Squamish many stores were visited and “The Chiefs” cliffs admired. We were lead to Brandywine Falls by Squamish folks in their 1951 Ford Victoria. After viewing the falls they waved goodbye and we proceeded north again. As the sprinkles had ended, we put the roof down and enjoyed the scenery. There is nothing quite like going topless!! |
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Whistler has grown tremendously since
our last visit. We all stayed at
the same hotel together with the exception of the Clarks and Carlsons who were
in a campsite a mile or two north. The
Clarks joined us and we found an eatery to sup in.
After supper we wandered around with the others for a couple of hours
then turned in (as Lilah and I had had a busy week).
The others were not ready to stop partying and found an arcade, then an
Irish pub for drinks before calling it a day. Sunday morning we split into two groups,
those going south and home had coffee in the lobby and didn’t stop until
Porteau Cove to get rid of it. Our bunch, which included us the Carks,
Deegans, Tuppers and Carlsons, enjoyed a leisurely drive through virgin country
(once we cleared the Mt. Curry reserve). Lots
of one-way bridges and miles and miles of nothing but trees.
No houses, no towns, no nothing! Thirteen
kilometres of climbing switchbacks up and down the other side to Seaton Lake.
On to Lillooet and a Chinese smorgasbord. We came out from lunch and Vern informed us we were standing
in front of the hotel his mother had owned fifty years ago. 
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On to Lytton for coffee, only the town
is closed! No traffic! The canyon
is still a nice drive and we found a place for coffee and the most decadent pies
and pastries you ever saw. Tested
most of them too. After we all gassed up in the canyon, the only excitement was
wondering why the RCMP and divers had Lake of the Woods taped off? We regrouped at the Agassiz turn-off and
proceeded down highway 7 to home. We
arrived at home about 8 00 pm. |
