We snagged a great camp site today. We are on the banks of Toad River, Northern BC, just south of the Yukon.
Here is a summary of the last 24 hours:
Black flies (orbiting but not biting) 30
Sightings: 1 brown bear, 1 moose (cow) or maybe it was an elk and 7 Mountain goats (including 2 very cute babies)
Smirnoff Ice 3
The drive up to Fort Nelson was uneventful. It really is a working man’s world. We were passed on the highway by countless tracker trailer trucks, tankers, and huge lumber carriers . Everyone’s business seemed related to oil, gas or lumber. There were no cute coffee shops or Tim Hortons. There was no where you would want to stop for a hundred plus miles. No homes. Few farms. Just a continuous ribbon of highway through the bush. If I’m frank, I found the scenery and native residents sad and depressing.
North of Fort Nelson we entered the Rockies and the driving at times was stomach in my throat scary but beautiful. Suddenly the road is clear of transport trucks. We share the near empty highway with other campers. I guess supplies to these parts are not shipped via the highway. They probably come by ship into Skagway.
Just down the road we passed the summit on the Alaska Highway, an elevation of 4,250 feet
The scenery at Toad River is exactly what I was expecting. We have lots of space, a lovely river side camp site surrounded by majestic mountains. The lawn chairs are out and I have an icy Smirnoff in my hand. Awww we have arrived
Stay tuned for more musings on the road