Although on the map it's just behind the mountains, the lack of direct roadways made us take the long (only) way around. Past Whistler and through Pemberton, then onto a pothole ridden dirt road which quickly becomes the bane of existence for anyone who doesn't have a $3000+ suspension on their vehicle. Silly me forgot to deflate the tires a bit at the entrance of the road, and 40 kilometers in, my back tire completely exploded. Whoops. Quickly found out the my tool-kit is missing half the items, so a little rigging had to be done in order to get the spare off the front, then to top it off, while jacking the van up in the mud, the only hydraulic jack I had decided to break and drop the van. Luckily I managed to get the blown-out tire back on before the entire back driver side section of the vehicle was buried in the ground. Good thing it was 2 am on a secluded mountain road with no cell reception! After a brief stress period and several 4-letter words, a kind soul came cruising down the road with a jack. Spare on and back on track!Aleks and I finally arrived at our destination about 2 hours later, after battling with 4 different sets of direction that each contradicted the other, and I must say, the aftermath was worth every second of stress that had to be endured! With a boiling hot waterfall that flowed into about 8 different pools, accompanied by the sights and sounds of the Sloquet Creek, this Lillooet hideaway made for one of the most relaxing and serene weekend I've had in British Columbia! Conclusion; no matter how cold and wet the weather may be, it's always going to be a memorable experience at the hot springs!
Post-soak partying.
