Yolo, British Columbia
Friday, July 26, 1973
Now it was just a race against time to get back home before my father’s vacation days ended, so we spent the day making miles. We drove a bit over 400 miles on this day, through Prince George, Quesnel, Williams Lake, and Cache Creek, to just a few miles north of the U.S. border.
We hit hot weather for the first time since we’d left California six weeks earlier, and stopped at a campground next to a creek where I went ‘swimming’ (I doubt it was deep enough to do more than wade), also for the first time on the trip, to cool off.
And we went to bed early, with all the windows open to catch a breeze, so we could get an early start the next morning.