Boston Bar to Spences Bridge

Breakfast at the gas station near the campground-we were up early, and the woman working didn't look too excited about seeing us. Turns out she takes the order, amkes the food, brings it to you, and takes your money. The food was good, and she was actually pretty nice to us. 
This was a hard day of riding-lots of hills today, the biggest being Jackass Mountain. We were doing about 8km an hour up the hill, and sweat was dripping off us. The semis woudl go by, and probably weren't going more than 20km an hour once they got on the hill- you could ride 15 minutes, and still see the same truck ahead of you on the climb. The view at the top is awesome-just don't get run over getting across to the lookout point. There was a train winding down the valley with a load of sulphur, and it definitely reminded me of the "glowworm dragon" from the movie The 13th Warrior, based on one of my favourite books "Eaters of the Dead". The photos I took never quite captured that unfortunately.
We had heard a lot of horror stories about trucks in the Fraser Canyon. I just have to say that we found that overall the traffic was pretty light, and while there is a large percentage of trucks on that road, they were always very considerate of us as cyclists.  One time a truck used his horn, and that was because, on the climb there was no shoulder to speak of, and he was blocked from moving over by other traffic beside him. The warning was much appreciated.
We had lunch at Lytton-well the gas station restuarant on the Highway above Lytton. We didn't really feel like riding down into Lytton, as that would mean riding up to get back, and we didn't want to add extra hills at that point. They had a "Boil Water" advisory due to flooding, so we couldn't even have a glass of water with lunch.
We met another cyclist today-Larry from Oregon. He's touring on his bike too. He was explaining as he rolled a smoke that he normally walks up the hills, and rides about 30 km a day. He's quite a talker, and pretty funny. I think he likes to try to get a reaction out of people if he can. I think he's probably about 60 years old.

We ended our day at Spences Bridge. It was about 3 o'clock when we got there-its at the junction of Hwy 1 and Hwy 8, which goes to Merritt. It was like riding into a ghost town when you turn off Hwy 1 (which is all I'd ever seen before-the highway!). We pulled up to the Garuda Inn, and it felt like the Old West. We rolled up to the hitching post, and then wandered around inside for a while till we found someone. It's a pretty funky place-the rooms all have names-we stayed in the Granny Smith room.It was originally built as an Inn during the Caribou Gold Rush in the mid 1800's.  They have a vegetarian restaurant that served great food. We had a Hummus Salad to start, then Marilyn had a veggie burger, and I had vegetarian lasagna.
We did all the things you can do in Spences Bridge-walked to the Petrocan to get bottled water (boil water advisory), walked down to the old church and graveyard and looked at the old tombstones. Some of them you can't even read anymore. I guess the main activity would be train watching, because there aren't enough cars to watch-other than on Hwy 1, which isn't really in town