We moved on again, this time to Williams Lake. I guess that North Americans get their mental image of England the same as we get ours of North America from TV and films (and books). We are in Canada but there seem to be a lot of visuals that we associate with the USA. For us every time we relocate it's like driving through a film set - tall wooden barns to crash a Delorean into (Back to the Future), Flower filled meadows and wooden buildings (Little house on the Prairie), Freight trains that go on for ever (Duel), Lonely wooden churches (Kill Bill), Sprawling verdant green mountain ranches (Legends of the fall), Mountains, forests & Lakes (The deer hunter), Kenworth big rigs (Ice road truckers), Cruisin RV's (From dusk till dawn), and then there are Harleys, Pontiacs, old diners, wild west type buildings, metal mailboxes, and so much more that is everyday for the locals but is quite surreal for us to see for real. We stopped North of Williams Lake at a sleepy campground in Wildwood. The couple that ran it were very friendly and gave us cakes and a high strength mozzie repellent for Donna. We were waiting to use the tumble drier and the Dutch lady taking her load out (who seemed a bit scatty) folded the same pair of skimpy briefs up 3 times whilst she was talking to me - was that 'a come on'? We had managed to just park up and connect our water and leccy before the heavens opened and it started thundering and lighting. Donna wasn't best pleased with our pitch as we were right next to an electric sub-station, the lightning storm resulted in over 100 wild fires across BC but we survived the night! We starting hiking the Williams Lake River Trail on a dull morning with a storm forecast from midday. The plan was to turnback halfway along the trail but the better scenery seemed to be in the latter half, we ended up walking the full distance there and back (14 miles). The storm never came, the temperature rose to 36 Degrees and we were baked on the returned journey. Close to the car park with me feeling zombified, Tilly disappeared before our eyes as a 101 wagon freight train went by blocking our path to a fridge full of cold pop and beer! We did get that cold drink and an ice-cream eventually. Whilst parking up at Wildwood the storm made its appearance and we only just avoided a soaking. We all know that North America has some alternative English words, (sidewalk, freeway, fender), we knew we would be dealing in nickels, dimes, quarters and dollars but what we didn't know is one dollar is a Looney and two dollars is a Tooney, and we always need Looneys, Tooneys and Quarters for the shower and the Laundromat. A highly recommended walk was Farwell Creek, around 50K from Williams Lake, of course it is never that simple, there was a 14 mile section of steep, twisting, gravel road busy with enormous logging trucks. For the truckers the road surface presents no problems and if we tried to drive like them in Tilly we would have been shaken to pieces. It was all worth while in the end, sandstone canyon, a deserted homestead, high sand dunes and a river snaking through all of it - amazing scenery and no bears ! We finished our visit to Williams Lake with a stroll around Downtown to admire a plethora of murals, finished off with a BBQ dinner at the Stampede RV Campground. The Stampede (rodeo) takes place in 10 days' time and draws crowds from all over Canada and the US - regrettably we can't wait around that long but its still a great spot.