Golden, BC

We drove through that night, coming to rest in the town of Golden. I did the motel shopping. The Battle of the Proprietors: skeptical, unfriendly southeast asian guy at the Golden Motel ($75, no internet) or very courteous, professional Indian dude at the Golden Rim ($98, free wireless). The Rim won. Since we didn't know we had switched provinces but not time zones, we were surprised to find that the restaurant there had closed. We hit up a Subway in the nearby truckstop-plex. The scary white trash people inside were scared of us.

Golden provided a much needed respite. We stayed on till almost noon, eating a big breakfast and catching up on picture posting. The pool boy/railing painter reminded us that B.C. is for best chronic and that we needed to get to Vancouver Island, where the female-male ratio is 4-1, bro.

We drove all day, observing many surprisingly slow speed limits. Glacier Nat'l Park was a bust; we hiked a short trail and the glaciers looked pretty unmajestic from the road. In the mountains, you see streams and waterfalls of every blue, green, and white imaginable, but there's nowhere to pull off and snap a shot. We had a nice find in the town of Grindrod, where we stopped at one of those used hubcap barns completely covered in hubcaps. There was a permanent yard sale set up next door, but no one was around, so we took our pictures and got out. We headed south to Kelowna. Everyone we met and everything we read assured us that it was a den of sin.