I arrived in Kamloops late at night after a long flight with delays at both Toronto and Calgary airports. I punched the hotel address into the GPS and pulled out onto the streets, as always excited by the first few minutes in a new city just waiting to be explored, but somewhat anxiously disoriented as I drove on unfamiliar streets in the dark. Not knowing the city at all I was relying on the GPS to guide me and at one point I realized that I had done a complete circle- twice- of an on ramp/off ramp circuit as I tried to follow the GPS directions. The electronic map didn't want to take into account that there was a mountain blocking me from turning left, as per her direction. (note to therapist: GPS becomes female when it pisses me off..)Tired and frustrated I found myself reasoning with the electronic voice, arguing and finally yelling at the damn thing. The problem when arguing with the GPS is that it doesn't respond in any way to my screams, swears and insults.. just repeats herself gently over and over. She has won her share of our battles this way over the last year even though she misleads then belittles me over and over again.
She knows I'll never throw her out the window.
I eventually found my hotel and settled in for the night, waking to a city nestled in a valley at the meeting of a lake and river surrounded by a circle of gently rising, soft brown mountains. I wanted to explore immediately but work kept me busy for the first couple of days and wind and rain kept me mostly inside during the evenings. I cruised around town a bit but for the first time in the last couples of months in BC I didn't see anything very interesting in town. With the exception of a pretty raucous night in the bar at Rik's Place with a group of bachelorette party-ers I spent my days at work and my evenings at the hotel.
Wow.. what a spot.
I spent almost an hour in that amazing natural setting, looking at the rocks and trees, taking pictures and just enjoying the scenery before heading back on the other side of the ridge that had led me up to the radio tower. This side of Mount Dufferin was covered in sloping meadows of waist high straw-like wheatgrass and Upper Doug Daws Path led me through the meadows and into the forests that stand between the rocky hill and the lake below and back to the car. I rode back to the hotel with my stomach rumbling after about 10 kilometers of hiking already planning tomorrows hike.
I returned the next day in the late afternoon to explore another part of the park. I had seen hints of the areas in BC that are officially classified as semi-arid desert, the week I spent in the Princeton/Penticton area certainly was as dry as anywhere I've been and was hoping the 'Prickly Pear Cactus Trail' would give me more exposure to the desert scenery that I've been craving more of.
The first couple of kilometers of the trail starts by winding around steep rock outcroppings and tall Ponderosa pines until I come across a sharp turn at a barbed wire fence with a warning sign. This is the edge of the public park space and borders on a provincial penitentiary. 'Keep Out' signs are every 20 meters or so along one side of the path and for once I obey.
A break from work and the emergence of the sun coincided one afternoon and I headed for the hills. Kenna Cartwright Park is a municipal park containing 40kms of trail that lead right up into those hills, nothing too extreme but perfect for a day hike.With water, camera, map AND hiking shoes (oh, the pleasure of having the right shoes for once) I took off up the path, quickly shedding layers in the emerging sun. The many trails in the park lead in every direction but I had previously decided to hike the 'Tower Trail' which would take me to the highest part of the park, and hopefully offer amazing views of the city and the surrounding area. I followed the dirt and gravel single lane service road as it climbed about 250 meters in elevation over the 2km path straight up to a radio tower on the top pf Mount Dufferin, the highest elevation in town.
I huffed my way up the climb checking out the glimpses of scenery through the trees and when I crested the hill I was rewarded with great views of the Thompson River, Lake Kamloops, part of the city itself and the surrounding hills of Mara Mountain, and Mts. Peter and Paul. I continued hiking, now following along the Ridge Trail for a couple of kilometers until I lost sight of the city, and enjoyed some good ups and downs up rocky inclines and back down into softer grasslands until I lost sight of the city and eventually found myself at the top of a high hill gazing out over a valley of soft wheatgrass and scrub brush that sloped down to Kamloops Lake and the Thompson River valley
I spent almost an hour in that amazing natural setting, looking at the rocks and trees, taking pictures and just enjoying the scenery before heading back on the other side of the ridge that had led me up to the radio tower. This side of Mount Dufferin was covered in sloping meadows of waist high straw-like wheatgrass and Upper Doug Daws Path led me through the meadows and into the forests that stand between the rocky hill and the lake below and back to the car. I rode back to the hotel with my stomach rumbling after about 10 kilometers of hiking already planning tomorrows hike.
I returned the next day in the late afternoon to explore another part of the park. I had seen hints of the areas in BC that are officially classified as semi-arid desert, the week I spent in the Princeton/Penticton area certainly was as dry as anywhere I've been and was hoping the 'Prickly Pear Cactus Trail' would give me more exposure to the desert scenery that I've been craving more of.
The first couple of kilometers of the trail starts by winding around steep rock outcroppings and tall Ponderosa pines until I come across a sharp turn at a barbed wire fence with a warning sign. This is the edge of the public park space and borders on a provincial penitentiary. 'Keep Out' signs are every 20 meters or so along one side of the path and for once I obey.
I followed the dirt path as it opened up into a dry valley of stunted pine, more sagebrush and yes, prickly pear cactus plants. It's been a dream of mine for some time to hike and camp in the deserts of Washington or Arizona, to set up a tent next to a big barrel cactus or rock hoodoo and I stopped and took in the surroundings thinking this must be close to what I might find on that imagined backpacking trip south. I hiked through the dry landscape along the Ponderosa Trail which leads almost 6 kilometers around the edge of the park and then back along Big Pine to complete the loop back to where I had parked, stopping often to take pictures and admire the strange and dramatic landscape of the park that had quickly become one of my favourite hiking spots across the country.
The last afternoon in town in decided to get in the car and drive out of town on the highway to see if I could find a way further up into the mountains. Cruising the highways burning gas needlessly is not something I often do but I hadn't found much in town and with rain clouds threatening to burst I didn't want to get caught hiking in the mostly open ground of Kena Cartwright Park in a storm. I spent an hour or so on the roads looking for access to higher ground but everything was marked private or was designated as a service road only so when I saw a sign pointing off the Coquihalla Highway to Inks Lake I turned off the concrete onto a rough, pitted dirt and gravel road that led me deep into a jack pine forest. The road eventually ended at a large clearing where several pickups and random ATVs were scattered about. I pulled my Ford Focus 2 alongside a massive truck with tires that stood as tall as my car, making it look more fit for clowns or Shriners and headed in the opposite direction of the revving engines I could hear in the bush, hoping to find quiet and maybe Inks Lake.
It was an a startling change of scenery from the trails I had walked in KC Park in Kamloops. The dense forest was scattered with a dozen different ATV trails, none of them marked so I followed the one that was headed downhill thinking that the lake might be that way but after 45 minutes of ups and down and intersecting trails there was no sign of water. With no map to guide me further and not wanting to get lost in the maze of trails I decided to cut through the brush along a what appeared to be a animal trail (hopefully not a bear path) and find a nice spot to sit and have a snack and generally enjoy some solitude in the forest. I followed the path through the trees to a clearing soft grass and trees rotting into the ground naturally where the fell, a perfectly quiet place to sit and rest.
Les Stroud camera shot
I was messing around with my cameras, looking for interesting shots in the quiet forest and was pretty focused on trying to balance the tripod mounted camera on a tree branch when I was surprised by the sound of animals in the trees behind me. I grabbed my stuff and moved away as quickly as I could into the brush at the side of the clearing, my heart beating loudly as I glanced over my shoulder. I kept moving until I was about 100 meters away and then crept back slowly when I realized I wasn't in any danger. Hoping to spot a deer, nervous about coming face to face with a moose I was surprised to see herd of cows was moving up the path I had just taken down from the ATV trails and into the clearing. As I was noticed one of them let out a loud 'mooo'. These were extremely big cows (at least to this city boy) but nothing to be scared of and I chuckled to myself sheepishly as I headed away up the path back to the car, thinking about some of my past close encounters in the 'wild' with other ferocious animals like the invisible tigers and sinister beavers of Killarney Provincial Park.
On the way back to the highway I passed a large sign that I had somehow missed on the way in that explained the area was a mixed use area that contained traditional grazing grounds as well as trails for bikes and ATVs. The sign also had a satellite image of the park that showed the path I had taken to the clearing was the border of the grazing ground and that I had encroached on the cows turf, which may be why they were a bit standoffish, and I drove on thankful it wasn\t a bull's pen I had wandered into.
That pretty much wrapped up my trip to Kamloops. It was strange to leave the city without ever really seeing it but I was more than content with the time I had spent in Kenna Cartwright Park, exploring the trails, looking for cactus and running from the cows at Inks Lake.
I was up and out of the hotel before the sun rose and hit the airport button on my GPS as I pulled out of the hotel parking lot and it directed me to turn right when I was very sure I needed to go left. I paused for a moment and then pulled out.. and to the left. When I heard her voice tell me, condescendingly of course, to 'when possible, take a u-turn' I turned the unit off. A half kilometer down the road I see a sign directing me to the airport.
Everyone once in awhile I win.