MT CURRY BC

Tammie and I got out and away during the week. We hopped in the Jeep and headed for Mt Curry which is about 40k’s north of Whistler.


It is a different drive in the Jeep as opposed to the van we previously drove. Where the van was all luxury and automation the Jeep is all muscle and grunt. Just the week before we had the top off but since that time the weather had turned nasty and we had received a lot of rain so the top was back on.

We went the usual route that takes us to Vancouver and there were still scraps of snow on some of the higher Rocky Mountain passes. The route differed when we arrived at the town of Merritt as we then travelled on a secondary highway that took us through some absolutely spectacular country that included snowy mountain peaks and vivid blue lakes.


The road was winding with various steep inclines which of course led to sometimes perilous downhill slopes with sheer drops to the valleys below. We forded a number of streams that bubbled and boiled and were encased within a corridor of pine trees. On a bleak day such as the one we travelled on it gave the scene an eerie look.

As we grew closer to Mt Curry we were surprised to see a large number of people walking or biking along the roadway and they always had a fishing rod hanging over their shoulder. Most of these people were natives who have the right to fish in the local waterway. It must be a popular local pastime as I don’t think I have ever seen so many fishermen on their way to or from the event.
We stayed the first night at a town called Pemberton as Mt Curry doesn’t have accommodation. The hotel was fine and we hit the hot tub but were interrupted by a large party who had just finished a mountain biking competition. We were later told that the Pemberton-Whistler area is the mountain biking capital of Canada.

The next day we headed back towards home on a lazy loop. We followed the same route for the first 120k’s and were constantly thwarted along the way by numerous RV’s. In the colder months you hardly see an RV but once there is a hint of warmth in the air they take to the road like migrating geese. Some move along at a good pace, but it seemed that all of those we encountered were either on steep, winding roads or were just out for a leisurely drive.


The country was once again mountainous and bordered by lakes that changed in colour from deep blue to a light aqua. Just as suddenly we were in the desert country of the Okanagan region and the terrain changed from a lush green to a dusty brown and the river that ran through this area had a dirty muddy look to it.

Late in the afternoon we stopped for the night at a small town call Savona, where we had booked into a bed and breakfast that was highly recommended on Trip Advisor. We certainly weren’t disappointed as the grounds were beautiful and the room was warm and cozy. The rain continued to tumble down but that didn’t dampen our spirits at all.

We had a quiet night in and had our breakfast the next day in the gazebo overlooking the lake. Mid-morning we headed off for home via Kamloops. The drive was easy as we were now on the Trans Canada Highway for part of the way and then the major southern highway, 97.


All in all it was a peaceful few days away and another opportunity for me to see a little more of beautiful British Columbia.