In our last post I mentioned that we thought the balsamroot should be in prime bloom by Mother's Day, so on Sunday we headed out again with some friends.
Originally, we started out with 2 vehicles, but at the Sheep Creek Bridge we decided to park our truck behind and all travel in one vehicle.
At one point we stopped for a view over the Fraser River.
When we got to the flower fields we were a little disappointed as the bloom was not as intense as in previous years:
For comparison, here's a photo from last year:
But we made the most of it and continued on, with 4 of us driving in the truck. Glen had brought his bike and he rode ahead of us. All went well until we came to a little wet spot at the edge of a pond. Randy gunned the engine to make it through but he slipped into the ruts and
We were stuck but good! At this point we wished we had decided to bring our own truck. And some shovels, and a tow rope. And some planks. And a jackall. Or a comealong!
We took off our shoes and socks and waded into the mud to try and push the truck out, but no go.
There was nothing to do but send Glen off on his bike. He rode back to the main Farwell Canyon Road, hoping to hitch a ride to our pickup, drive back to town and bring some towing materials.
We had a long wait ahead of us. Lots of time to photograph flowers,
Shooting star
Anemone
birds,
Vesper Sparrow
and scope out all the duck species in the pond: Barrow's goldeneye, cinnamon teal, widgeon, shoveler and coots.
In a nearbye copse of aspen we saw bluebirds, a hairy woodpecker, wilson's and yellow-rumped warblers and pine siskins.
Fortunately, there was enough of a breeze to keep the mosquitos away (but not the ticks!)
Leo and I walked around the pond to scout out a possible route for Glen if he needed to drive around.
Just a few balsamroot here
Chilcotin Skyline
Hapless truck
Meanwhile Glen had been picked up by a nurse from the Okanagan who was doing a locum in our maternity ward (thanks to folks like her our ward has reopened after it was closed due to lack of staff and women don't have to leave town to have their babies). She dropped him off at our truck but neither of them could figure out how to work our newfangled truck key to start the engine. So she was kind enough to drive Glen right to his house.
After 3 hours, Glen returned with tons of tow cable
And before you know it,
We were out of the mud!
Beers all around!
A look back to the infamous mudhole (post left in hole as a warning to the next passerby)
There was one more mudhole on the way out, easy to skirt, and we were soon back at the road. But first we saw three sharptail grouse.
What a beauty!
And that's how to make a morning excursion into a daylong adventure!