The drive out was thankfully uneventful. We left Calgary on Tuesday August 11 a little before 10am and stopped to camp about 50km before Lillooet around 6pm, with a couple of pit stops in between. I had seen most of the drive before, but instead of going south at Kamloops we went north on highway 1 towards Lillooet. (The picture is Avery's happy driving face). When I think of B.C. I picture trees and forests and mountains as far as the eye can see, which is why the scrubby, desert lanscape between Kamloops and Lillooet seemed very out of place. The only thing missing was a few stratigically placed cacti. I kept saying it reminded me of Nevada or Arizona or New Mexico, Avery said "No, it's BC. BC is a third the size of the States". Which apparently should make it obvious that such a varied landscape, resulting from the wide range of climate zones within the British Columbian border, should exist. Well I get my information from those pretty little post cards they sell at road side gas stations, and I have yet to see one sporting this vista for $1.50. 
I think the pictures speak for themselves. Please raise your hand if you think Arizona before you think BC.
I think the pictures speak for themselves. Please raise your hand if you think Arizona before you think BC. And then there was Cache Creek. Picture a creepy little town, a-la Stephen King, on the side of a canyon (with the landscape in the picture as a backround), in which you stop at a little drive-up burger joint for an innocent bite to eat. Now imagine, as you order your questionable meal, that at any moment the largish lady who is taking your order is going to transform into the species of man-eating zombie that you were unaware, but never the less suspected, inhabits this town. Suddenly the suspicious lack of recreational vehicles on the highway from Kamloops begins to make sense, except you were the unlucky sucker who missed the sign that read, in blood likely, "This Way to Zombie Land". Ok, perhaps I exagerate...a little. But seriously, not that far off. I would have taken a picture but I don't think the souless dead would have shown up on Avery's Sony.
After Creepyville, about 50km down the highway, we turned off on the side of the road and camped next to a lake in Marble Canyon Provicial Park. Oddly enough, although we had always planned to camp on the way out, we brought no food and no ice. But we did have some nice luke warm Pilsner and a deck of cards that, combined, was like a good meal. Turns out I was grateful for the Zombie burger after
After Creepyville, about 50km down the highway, we turned off on the side of the road and camped next to a lake in Marble Canyon Provicial Park. Oddly enough, although we had always planned to camp on the way out, we brought no food and no ice. But we did have some nice luke warm Pilsner and a deck of cards that, combined, was like a good meal. Turns out I was grateful for the Zombie burger after
The next day we drove about 50Km to Lillooet through some sketchy highway along a canyon, at the bottom of which was the Fraser river. 
For most of the way we were tailed by a semi truck with a death wish. We were not going slow and he tailed us the whole time. Surprisingly, we didn't run into any fires, not even smoke haze. The only time we smelled anything was when we got to Lillooet, and even then it was barely noticable.
After stopping for breakfast in Lillooet, we headed down the last stretch of the 99, which was by far the most beautiful part of the drive. The road is just a windy, single lane that meanders through a corridor along a little river, connected by several lakes, called Duffy Lakes Park. This was more along the lines of what I imagine BC to look like.
And then we arived in Whistler...