In the chaos of that November storm, the highway near Lillooet became a trap. A wall of mud and debris tore down the slope, erasing everything in its path in seconds. Vehicles vanished. Signals went dead. For search teams, the landscape turned into a shifting graveyard of unstable ground, cold rain, and fading daylight. Families clung to fragments of information, each hour stretching into a private nightmare.In the chaos of that November storm, the highway near Lillooet became a trap. A wall of mud and debris tore down the slope, erasing everything in its path in seconds. Vehicles vanished. Signals went dead. For search teams, the landscape turned into a shifting graveyard of unstable ground, cold rain, and fading daylight. Families clung to fragments of information, each hour stretching into a private nightmare.