11. Day 5 Cache Creek to Bellingham...homeward.


Leaving Cache creek delivered us to Hwy 99 heading south which was newly paved and a perfect combination of mountain and farmland riding. glass-smooth perfectly black asphalt twisting, turning and undulating with the shape of the land. We headed toward the town of Lillooet which was a really cool town comprised of mostly German descent. I dont quite know why so many Germans settled here but it was a great stop. We took our morning break at a great german coffee shop/bakery and ate German danishes and coffee out side in their garden area. It was that great time of summer mornings where the cold of the night has not quite worn off and your breath shows in the air but it is becomming that time when you can just sit outside with a cup of coffee and it's warmth is just enough to make the coolness welcome.


We were at an all time high of pull over photo ops today. Seemed like every little thing piqued our interest and we had to pull over to get a picture. Like an old abandonded country store with a the foundation and chimney of a house next to it. Or this mountain that seemed to be falling apart from the top down shedding its sandy structure down to the ground. My dad was especially fond of the way the rock fell down these chutes and formed these wierd piles at the base of the mountain and since his camera broke a couple of days ago I promised i would get a picture of it for him... so here ya go!