Getting to Ginty Creek
Getting there
My world encompasses the tiny cluster of yellow dots in the extreme west of Canada, about 300 miles north of Vancouver, BC. The second map shows my neighbourhood. Wilderness Dwellers have very large neighbourhoods.
The thread of road is Highway 20. The distance from Bella Coola to Williams Lake is 450 miles. Ginty Creek is approximately half way between.
Travelling North.
For most of November and the beginning of December I travelled through British Columbia promoting my latest (ninth) book, A Wilderness Dweller’s Cookbook. The last two weeks I spent in the dreary wet weather of the Vancouver area. I am not a rain person. What a lift of the spirit to climb out of the Frazer Canyon to the drier interior when I headed north on Hwy 97 on December 10th. The rain stopped, a meagre sun shone, and my lungs filled with the sweeter, thinner air of the interior. Bare earth for a while, but further north, at Clinton the ground was covered by a thin icy snow. This is where the climate always becomes more wintry.
If I had driven non-stop, I would have reached Ginty Creek in 9 hours but I stayed near 100 Mile House for the weekend, leaving early in the dull, icy dark to be the first customer at the mechanic’s in Williams Lake on Monday morning. This town houses my nearest bank, traffic lights, and supermarkets. Some last minute shopping (I had accumulated all sorts of bulk dry goods on the book tour – supplies for several months – but I still wanted to add a bit of fresh produce to my grossly overloaded van) and by early afternoon I was heading west along Highway 20 for the last three and a half hours of the journey.
The Chilcotin is a sparsely populated area, which suits those of us who live there just fine. At first it was thawing and the paved road was surfaced with wet sludge. The van became a target for mud thrown up by logging trucks. Every 40 minutes or so along the highway there was a small group of buildings, sometimes an Indian reserve, sometimes a store and a clinic and a few houses, sometimes just a single store-cum-restaurant-cum-postoffice-cum-motel all in a single building.
So close to the shortest day, the light fades early at this latitude (52 degrees north) and for the last lonely stretch, between five and six pm, the dusk gave way to dark. It was higher here, and the temperature hovered around minus 9 degrees Centigrade. The road was dimly white with packed snow, vaguely brown and gritty where it had been sanded on the hills and bends. I was having a hard time seeing, then I remembered the logging trucks and stopped and grabbed handfuls of snow to wipe the headlights clear of mud.
For this last hour I saw not a single other vehicle. What a contrast to the pouring rainy dark of a Vancouver November rush hour!
As a fellow Chilcotin resident, my wife and I left Van.in 1971, I had been a Vpd police officer, we operated Lees Corner, we heard about a lease lot available at Scum Lake, which we leased and have sub. bought, like chris we cut our logs and built our log house,you should read between the lines to see what a hell of a good job she has done. the hardships she has endured , but we Chilcotin people are a different breed, enjoyed her tales very much, My wife has passed on but we will keep our Chjilcotin home,my Children , grand children and grat grandcildren love it.
Excellent stuff on West Chilcotin map | Wilderness Dweller. I even agree with all of it!