I’m not going to lie to you, I’m only writing this blog post to make that joke. Here goes anyway.
After leaving Jasper on Monday morning we needed somewhere to stop en route to Whistler so we stayed in the quite brilliantly named Sandman Inn in Cache Creek. Calling itself a ‘junction community’, Cache Creek basically only exists because it’s as good as any a place to stop on the highway between Kamloops and Vancouver. A few motels, a few convenience stores and a few houses for the people who work in those motels and stores…and nothing else for miles. Sorry, kilometers. I’ve been to a few places like this in the States before and I always wonder what it’d be like to live there; I guess that’s the natural ponderance of any city kid in a place like this. One can’t really be that judgemental to say it would massively suck, although those were my first thoughts, and I guess if you’re a certain type of person it could be bearable, or perhaps even enjoyable. I’d like to think so anyway.
That’s pretty much it. I’d also like to announce I’ve been watching far too much of Dog the Bounty Hunter and it’s brilliant. That is all.