Two days from Vancouver

We have been riding a succession of mountain passes along the Crowsnest highway (Highway 3) as we head towards the Pacific coast. I'll fact check when we get home, I think we crossed over the Macdonald range first, then the Rockies, now we are in the Cascades. If you want breath-taking scenery, as in jaw-dropping (figuratively - my jaw is buckled up by my helmet's chin strap) gorgeous, then you need to take the rural highway, not the fast highway 1.

The highway down into Osoyoos, BC is one of those times that you are grateful to be in a long line of cars which forces you to go slowly so that you can watch the lake land unfold as you descend into the valley.

I'll call out Creston and Cranbrook as two other examples of towns that bask in the grace of the Rocky Mountains.

My brain is going blank - it must be time for dinner.