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for 2006 since that's where I'll be!.
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Back To The Alaska Trail
a little sidetrack to update everyone on the forest fire
situation in Anahim and Nimpo Lake, so today I'll try
to catch up on the Alaska stuff.
We pulled into Fairbanks yesterday evening into
one heck of a nice RV Park on the Chena River
that has all the good stuff, including free showers and
free WI-FI!!! Unlike the place in Palmer, there was no
deliberately misleading advertising regarding Internet
Yesterday evening we went down to Pioneer Park in Fairbanks
to the 'Alaska Salmon Bake'. That's just
another one of those must do things. There
was prime rib done to perfection, battered halibut, battered
and deepfried deep sea cod that was better than anything
I have ever tasted in a fish and chips place, and marinated
and grilled King Salmon. All four meats were so generously
heaped on our platter that there was little room for a
visit to the huge salad bar with buns, baked beans, and
all the condiments. Melt in your mouth desserts and refreshments
were included with the meal. At $28 USD it was a bit of
a hefty price, but it was all you could eat so if you
had a big appetite, it was well worth it and if you had
a discerning appetite, it was worth even more. I had never
been to a 'Salmon Bake' before, although they're advertised
all over the Yukon and Alaska and wasn't sure what to
expect. It seems that it's just a huge buffet that often
includes entertainment with your meal.
We wandered around Pioneer Park and looked at some
of the awesome old steam driven machinery and
we'll be going back tomorrow to take pictures and check
out the air museum.
Today we went on a 3.5 hour ride on the paddle wheeler
Riverboat Discovery. Sadly, it was very tourist oriented
with a seating capacity of 900 people on all the decks
but it was still worth it with the Tour Saver ticket.
They had a floatplane take off and land next to the riverboat
as we cruised down the Chena River, then we arrived at
Susan Butcher's place where Jesse Royer gave a demonstration
with Susan's team of sled dogs. It was well worth seeing.
She put the dogs in harness in front of a large
fourwheeler with brakes on full and barely held
those dogs back until she was ready to go. Several were
jumping wildly into the air while the rest were sunk in
hock deep at the rear and surging forward at the front
ready to put all their might into a fast takeoff and fast
it was! Too fast for me to get on a movie going out through
the gate but I did get her coming back in so if I ever
figure out how to convert my digital movies for use on
the web, I'll post the movie here. That's probably
not going to happen tonite..
We saw a traditional Athabascan Indian emcampment and
toured that for an hour. Jesse and the dogs were there
too so we got to see them up close and hear another talk
on the animals. Saw a dog salmon (Chum, usually dried
for the sled dogs because it isn't considered premium
for human consumption) being filleted as a demonstration
and then hung to smoke. On closer inspection it looked
like a pretty careless fillet job to us because the bones
were still intact but I guess the dogs don't care and
Andy and I are probably the only people that would notice
that sort of thing..
Especially interesting were two fish weirs we saw
in action. I've read of them and seen rough diagrams,
but it's much easier to see how they work in reality.
They're pretty ingenious really and I could see that they
would be extremely time saving and efficient for catching
large numbers of salmon. Basically the water turns a woven
basket made of spruce saplings of which there are two
on a pivot, picks up the fish that then falls into a slanted
trough. When the basket turns up to a certain point, the
fish falls out of the trough into a box outside of the
weir. There they stay caged in water until the natives
come by with a boat and spear them out of the box and
onto their boat or canoe.
We were also shown some beautiful museum quality
ceremonial clothing and a fur coat made from hides, furs
and beads created by members of one of the area tribes.
The coat was spectacular and I can easily believe it when
the maker said it would fetch $16,000 on the open market.
Made of muskrat, caribou, wolf, wolverine and ermine inside
and out, it would be warm no matter what the temperature
dropped to. They also showed us how the colored beadwork
(traditionally this part would be done by tying off the
caribou fur into rosettes, dyeing them, and then shaving
the tops,) would be done in such a manner both on front
and back of the coat that no matter where the wearer
went, everyone would know what tribe she came from.
Although 'touristy' to say the least, the trip was worth
it and although a lot of the demonstrations and displays
I have seen before or live with out in our country, I
can understand the fascination for many of the people
on the tour that are not familiar with lots of that stuff.
Our native guides came from one of five distinct groups
made up of 11 Alaskan Native cultures which lent a realistic
air to the displays and a couple of them seemed to have
pretty deep roots back to their heritage while the rest
probably don't have a clue. Most of them are in University
but at least they're trying to teach others about their
own culture even if calling, "Here moosy, moosy..."
through a birch bark funnel is not exactly what I would
call a traditional or particularly effective moose call.
But hey, it was funny. I think we might be done with the
tours though even if we had planned to go on the Eldorado
Gold Mine Tour. It's now owned by the same company that
runs the riverboat tour and although I would very much
like to see some of the stuff listed, the company is just
too 'touristy' for me and for Andy as well,
so we'll see.
Anahim Lake Nimpo Lake Forest Fires?
finally accessed our cell phone messages yesterday only
to find out that friends had left worried and inquiring
messages about the state of the forest fires in the Anahim
and Nimpo Lake areas. You can understand of course
that this kind of freaked us out. So Andy was on the phone
steady last night trying to ascertain just what the forest
fire danger to our region was. We were definitely reassured
about our own place when we reached our housesitter's
sister. His family had come up to visit him over the long
weekend and hadn't seen much of him because he was off
fighting forest fires, but she assured us that everything
around our place had been watered down so much that
there wasn't a chance of a fire starting there.
Good to go!
We contacted neighbours more familiar with the area to
try and get a handle on what was going on and got a general
consensus that there was a lot of lightning strike caused
fires in the area but that they were generally under control.
There were a couple of huge fires to the north
of Anahim Lake that could get bad but so far forestry
was 'containing' them. The impression we got, and that
has been reinforced for me tonite upon reading my emails
is that the Cariboo Fire Center may have blown the seriousness
of the fires up a bit to the extent that important events
such as the Anahim Lake Stampede was cancelled
and many people entering Highway 20 West were turned back
at Williams Lake with the news that the highway was closed.
Unfortunate because it wasn't at all true. Apparently
many of the resorts in our area have suffered unnecessary
cancellations because of misinformation. Doesn't help
our tourism industry much, that's for sure!
My mother and her partner raced back at breakneck
speed from the south without sleep for two days, worried
about their place, hangars and airplanes, all based on
wrong information. Most people in the Chilcotin were pretty
nonchalant about the fire danger when we called them so
there are probably no worries.
Apparently there was quite a large fire to the north
of Anahim Lake but a few miles away. It has since
rained and Forestry was going to do a back burn today
because it was so calm, so I expect things are under control.
Unlike the damp weather we have had while in Alaska, Anahim
Lake and Nimpo Lake have been experiencing high temperatures
and little rainfall since we left in early June. It was
a joke between us that it would get hot and dry where
we live and that we would experience record rainfalls
in Alaska while here. Sadly, the joke is on us
because it's become all too true.
Personally, as far as I am concerned, our communities
need to get together with the forest service with the
following proposal based on the serious danger posed by
our massive mountain pine beetle kill. In spring when
the chances of a forest fire getting out of control are
much less, burn a wide swath several miles wide
around the communities of Anahim Lake, Nimpo Lake, and
Charlotte Lake to protect us from the hundreds
of miles of explosive beetle kill waiting to catch on
fire from every lightning strike.Then all we would have
to worry about is the dead wood inside that perimeter.
Unfortunately, I'm reasonably sure that the plan would
be far too logical for the forest service to accept!
north out of Talkeetna after visiting the cool little
town one last time. I really liked some of the gift stores.
They were unique and most of the log buildings that housed
the stores in Talkeetna were original, right down to the
slanting floors, even if they had been moved in from the
bush or elsewhere. I think that's why I have to
disagree with the 'tourist trap' theory. This
just isn't your usual tourist joint. It's locals making
a living in the best way they can with what they have.
Nearly every gift shop also offered bookings for flying
or rafting services. Planes took off and tried to gain
altitude overhead every few minutes, taking people flightseeing
over Denali and landing them on glaciers, as well as flying
in mountain climbers and their supplies. My guess was
that the wives of owners of the flying companies and their
pilots ran shops while their husbands did the flying,
although there were a couple of guys running shops
so maybe their wives did the flying. Who knows?
All you knew was that it was a pretty tight community,
even if they did probably all hate each other by mid winter!
We had fast footed it down to the rocky beach on the Susitna
at the end of town to try and catch a picture from the
outside of the boat of the Mahay jet boat
doing its rugged 180 degree turn.
We waited and waited like a couple of dumb...ss
tourists cameras and video recorders at ready
until eventually a trailride went past us, rugged old
cowboy in lead, and I concluded that there is no possible
way that Mahay would upset dudes on horses with his violent
water maneuver. We packed 'er up and headed back up town
and toward our trailer. We passed the sign giving times
for the jet boat ride we had been on and realized we had
both misread the sign or the morning time had been changed,
because the sign showed the boat would have come down
the river near our beach about five minutes after we left
it. Sure enough, the Mahay bus from their docking station
on the Susitna came across the tracks in front of us,
passengers happy with the same ride we had experienced
the night before. Such a bummer! I was really looking
forward to posting that footage here.
One thing to note here. Prices on many tourist type
items, including Alaskan handcrafted jewelry, furs and
carvings was cheaper in Talkeetna than it was in Anchorage,
so keep that in mind. Also...big also...!!!
We were parked next to the tracks in the RV park and the
passenger trains that came in there were absolutely
magnificent! They were dome cars, looked very
luxurious, and everyone offloading looked pretty happy.
I've also read some writeups, and had we not had the dogs
with us, we would definitely have taken the train from
Anchorage to Denali National Park, Talkeetna to Fairbanks
or some such trip. It looked awesome and we may come back
in winter for the northern lights one day and a train
trip, if it's running, will be first on the agenda.
Another also....Remember those paved bike/hiking trails
I mentioned below? Well, one ran clear from the Parks
Highway into Talkeetna the full 14 miles and it looked
like a lot of people utilized it. Man, why did I
not bring my rollerblades...?
One thing interesting to note about Talkeetna is that
it actually is a town in the true sense of the word. We're
all used to towns, communities, municipalties, etc. being
in one location, right? Not in Alaska! Most places are
simply spread along the road, sometimes for miles. Coming
up through Willow we came on the Independence Day parade.
Willow's firetrucks blocked off the Parks Highway
so that the parade could go the half mile up the highway
from Station Road to the Community Centre on the other
side of the highway. Why? Because they don't have a Main
street so why not?
We are staying in the Grizzly RV Park just past the Denali
Park Entrance in a wooded park. Wooded ain't the word
for it! Just about every tree has been barked by a vehicle
or trailer in years gone by because they're spaced so
close to the site pull in. It probably wouldn't be so
bad but the people booking the sites don't have a clue
how long a trailer is or what it takes to get it into
a site. Fortunately, we didn't have a problem because
Andy is a truck driver, but many did. I realize
it seems contradictory to complain of gravel pit sardine
can parking on the one hand, and sites that are too treed
on the other, but you would think that the people
that build these sites would actually pull a motorhome
into them themselves, and get the experience their poor,
bloody patrons are. Nah, that smacks of a conscientious
business person, and you just don't see too many of those
anymore. Especially here. I'm sorry, but this is the worst
place I've ever seen for people having their hand out
at every turn waiting for you to cross their palm with
some money. One fellow tried to tell me that Florida
was worse, but I've been to Florida and no, it's
not worse. Not by a long shot! You would think that a
few natural treasures created by the Creator, or God,
or Aliens, or whoever, that requires no upkeep, would
also not require admission to enter. But in Alaska, it
looks like everything requires admission. Even Alaskans
must realize that because we actually saw a sign on the
city park that underlined how no admission was required!!!
Duh, really? You'd think someone would be embarrassed!
Just so you know, more than one article is being uploaded
at a time because Internet connection is not something
to be relied on. So make sure you check out all of the
titles for articles on a page.!
that's quite the place! We met a fellow at the park in
Palmer that stated, "Talkeetna! Now that's a tourist
Well, that's probably true but it sure is a neat one.
Kind of a cross between 'Bush', Redneck, Hillbilly
and 'Quaint'. Considering that there's very little
present day purpose for Talkeetna's existence other than
to cater to the tourists, you can hardly blame the locals
for taking advantage of the only possible income available
and making it work for them. After all, they only
have to put up with the overbearing, demanding crowds
for about four months, and then they can go back
to living their own eccentric lives for the other eight.
I suspect the tradeoff is a shattering of their peace
and quiet but it must be worth it for them.
There's some individuals there, let me tell you!
We sat with a couple of 'locals' at a pub July 4th evening
and got a little local flavor. It was fun and educational.
We arrived in Talkeetna the afternoon of Independence
Day after leaving Palmer that morning and got a spot in
a pretty decent sardine can type park close to town. It
at least meant we could keep the truck hooked up to the
trailer and walk everywhere.
We walked toward 'downtown' and almost the first building
we came across was Mahay's River Trips,
something that we wanted to go on. We got a place on the
50 passenger boat for 6:30 that evening and the jet boat
pulled away from the dock to take a short trip down river
on the Talkeetna River, which meets the Susitna made muddy
by spring runoff. Our captain, Israel Mahay was
actually the son of the folks that started the business
30 years ago. In fact, they came to the area in
1972 to homestead and trap in the bush, which is what
they did for five years until she became pregnant with
Our young Captain took us down the Susitna River just
far enough to turn around and show us Denali, otherwise
known as Mount McKinley. We could only see the glistening
white peak rearing above the clouds and the base, but
our guide told us that only about 30% of the people
that came to that part of Alaska to see Denali actually
got to see it, so we considered ourselves fortunate.
Since the boat had been turned around and pointed upriver
to see the mountain, we could watch it for some time while
the guide spoke to us. Finally we continued on up the
river past a point where the Chulitna River joins it,
past banks of huge fiddle head ferns, birches and thick,
green underbrush, making the shoreline look like
something out of Jurassic Park.
Exposed and shifting gravel bars and huge trees uprooted
by the high water required a good knowledge and careful
negotiation of the river. I'm not a swimmer and not keen
on boats but I watched Israel's body language and saw
he was carefully alert to everything the wide river was
On the way up the guide pointed out where a bald eagle
nest used to be high up in a Cottonwood tree next to the
river and had been for thirty years. Earlier this spring
on a trip up the river just as the Captain and guide
went to point out the nest to the passengers, the nest
and two baby eaglets within fell into the river.
Apparently a beaver had cut through a tree nearby that
fell onto the nesting tree and dislodged the nest. Disconcerting
for the passengers I'm sure and really hard on the riverboat
company who had relied on these dependable creatures to
be there year after year. Now they are hoping that the
bald eagles, who return year after year for their lifetime
to the same nest, will rebuild in the same area.
We arrived at a dock in the jungle along the river
where the guide slung a shotgun over his shoulder.
(Protection in case of a bear charge on the group. Highly
unlikely with a large group like ours.) He had us follow
him up the trail to where a native encampment had been
built true to journal records of the past written by the
first white man to see this tribe. Here there was a lean-to,
fire pit, fish drying racks and fish storage pit as well
as authentic bone weapon tips found in archeological digs
Another trail took us to an accurate representation of
a line cabin used by a trapper complete with meat cache
high on stilts, sod roof on the low cabin, and furs. The
talk was a good one and I did learn a few things, but
for the most part, the Nimpo Lake and Anahim Lake in the
Chilcotin are not that far away from the same background,
so most was nothing new to me. The city slickers on the
boat enjoyed the interpretive walk a lot though, so that
We returned to the boat and downriver, and the whole time
I watched behind me for a glimpse of Denali. Then our
Captain, Isreal, asked us if we would like to do a quick
G-force 180 turn in the jet boat. No one was too sure
what was going to happen but everyone agreed and he told
us to hang on as tightly as we could. Well, it was
a good thing we did!!! He gunned the three 400
hundred horse 454 Chevy engines, jammed the wheel around
and turned that big boat right on its head in a tight
180 turn and just as you thought the thing was going
to go over, he jammed it into reverse, taking
the "G" out of the "force" while water
came roaring up over the front and sides of the boat.
It was absolutely unbelievable! Of course, like a bunch
of kids on a rollercoaster, everyone yells for an encore.
Isreal agreed and told us that after he negotiated some
tight narrow braids in the river, he would be doing a
180 roll in the opposite direction but it would be tighter
and harder. I'm going,"Er...Huh???" And yep
we did, and yep it was something! Water sucked out
from under the boat on my side like we were in a space
vacuum, sank the other side like it was a submarine, and
washed up huge waves right over the front while
your brain and gut tried to slide back into place after
the turn. It was really awesome and I give credit to that
28 year old kid at the wheel. He knew what he was doing
and you knew that he was probably raised on that river,
knew its moods every step of the way and could read it
like a book.
This was a great trip and worth the money for those fantastic
two 180 degree turns if nothing else. Certainly one I
would recommend to anyone and everyone, especially if
you used the Trip Saver coupon as we did. That made it
especially worth it all. So did seeing Denali from the
Wasilla And Willow
area that we're in now is quite nice with one heck of
a view and we woke up to sunshine. Yesterday was chore
day. Yep, we've gotta do our laundry, even on a holiday
folks! Once done around here, we took a drive along
the old Glenn Highway to see what it was like.
It follows along the base of the mountains that we look
directly at from our campground. I believe the one mountain
is called Pioneer Peak and it's a beauty. The old Glenn
Highway was a pleasant Sunday drive and the pavement was
in excellent condition. Along it we came on the Eklutna
Tailrace where lots of people were sitting and fishing
along the small beach there. Apparently it's stocked with
salmon and this small lake helps to provide power for
the Matanuska valley and Anchorage.
At both ends of the highway you cross huge rivers that
are snaking the last couple of miles to the sea and people
were camped on the beaches at both places both for fishing
and sunning. This seems to be quite a recreational
state where people really get out and use the outdoors.
We've been particularly impressed with miles and miles
of paved biking/hiking trails that follow all the major
highways near the towns. Next to those are usually motorbike/fourwheeler
trails. It's kind of neat because it means you never have
to walk on the highway itself making it much safer for
Andy called a fellow that he met in Nimpo Lake this
winter at Chilcotin's Gate Restaurant. He'd seen
the Alaska plates on the guy's RV and introduced himself.
They had a great conversation and the guy invited us to
stop in and visit when we got around Willow. We went up
to his place yesterday afternoon and had a great visit.
He lives on a peninsula surrounded on three sides by lakes
and since he has a sizeable acreage that borders on State
Park, no one can build anywhere near him. Aside from the
lake, the fellow has a view of Denali, or Mt. McKinley.
We could see it peaking through the clouds and when he
told us it was about 150 air miles away, you start to
realize what a huge mountain it is. I can't wait to see
it up close!
Our host had friends visiting when we arrived that had
flown in on a floatplane. The property is ideal because
it has lots of privacy but you can fly in or out on the
lakes. You are only 30 miles from major shopping in Wasilla
and yet once out by Willow, you wouldn't know that a fast
growing city is nearby. We sat on his pontoon boat for
hours talking and finding out information about the area
until it got late.
So...another day shot.
The fellow has quite a few lake properties for sale so
if anyone is interested in buying in the area, just contact
me through this site for his name.
I have been enjoying sitting up late and reading by a
campfire every night. Even though we are now past the
summer solstice, I could still read comfortably
until 1:00 a.m. last night but was squinting by
1:30. I tried to get a fantastic shot of an orange half
moon going down on the horizon while there was still the
pale yellow of a sunset in the sky, but the digital just
won't record stuff like that very well.
I have to admit, everywhere you look around here,
you can either see mountain peaks, rivers, ocean or all
three at the same time. It definitely has fantastic
views where ever you go and if you look at the two sunset
peak pics on the right you'll see that we have great views
from our camp. Even around Palmer and Wasilla though,
it's still jungle green so you know there's lots of coastal
influence in this area. Although it's rained very little
since we've been here, even if we did have a couple of
gray days, it must have rained quite a bit this spring.
Everything is thick and lush, and all the little lakes
and swamps are full to overflowing.
This particular area reminds me a lot of the Hope/Fraser
Valley region and that may make it easier for people from
British Columbia to relate to the climate and country.
Oh, and incredibly, we haven't run into an area
in Alaska yet where we didn't have excellent cell service.
I would never have thought that possible! Maybe it's because
we've been following roads but everywhere we look, there's
a cell tower. Alaska definitely has a far more advanced
communications system than British Columbia and there
is no excuse for that! Even worse than British Columbia
is the Yukon. Neither Cantel or Telus works anywhere in
the territory so we could only assume that the communications
systems there do not have a working agreement with those
from another province.
is definitely not to be missed! Since we're parked
at Palmer for so many days waiting out the holiday weekend,
we thought we would make a day trip through Hatcher Pass.
You can go up on one end from Palmer or Wasilla and come
out the other end at Willow just a few miles north of
Wasilla so it makes a really nice circle route. There
are miles of well marked alpine hiking trails before and
throughout the valley.
The day started out with a pretty low ceiling and grey
rain clouds so we weren't sure how far we would actually
go. I did not want to miss really nice country just
because we couldn't see it so we thought we could
always go as far as the Independence Mine, tour it, then
come back 'home'.
Part way up we came on a pull out next to the really pretty
Little Susitna River, fast flowing and gold bearing. This
entire area that we're in now had a goldrush of its own
after prospectors found gold in many of the creeks and
rivers here. That resulted in guys coming in and setting
up hard rock mines of which there are many from days gone
by in Hatcher's Pass.
At the turnoff to the Independence Mine, we started seeing
glimpses of blue sky up in the mountains so instead of
stopping down where it was dreary and grey, we thought
we would see if we could climb above the cloud layer.
You go off of pavement at that point and the road is quite
steep and winding, but it wasn't long before we broke
out of the cloud and the valley lay before us in sunshine.
This Pass is absolutely breathtaking! I
don't know how else to describe it. The hills that slope
down to valley center are covered in low alpine bushes
and flowers because you're above treeline. Above them
stand craggy rock cliffs with snow that feeds loads of
little waterfalls. It is a wonderous, magical place. It
just has good vibes!
When we drove through the first pass we came out above
a little emerald lake called Summit Lake where a few people
were parked and a couple of paragliders soared above us.
I'm sure it would be a perfect place for paragliding.
All you would have to do is step off of the road
and you'd have a lot of air dropping away beneath you.
The two we saw played around aloft for some time with
ease probably because there was a slight wind, a lot of
drop off and there were probably some terrific updrafts.
In fact it looked like they had a lot more problem landing
and getting their parachutes to collapse than they ever
did to keep them flying.
We continued winding down to the valley floor and took
a road a short distance up another valley that has a still
operating gold mine at its head. We stopped on a small
creek for some lunch and to give the dogs a break. I now
realize that it was probably the headwaters of the Willow
River which becomes quite a wide river at the other end
of the pass.
We pulled out our goldpans, sat on the banks of the creek
in the sun and panned the gravel for gold while
the dogs lay in the grass next to us. It was a
lot of fun and we each got color in our pans but you lose
track of time when you're panning and we had to go way
sooner than I wanted to. As it turned out, had we gone
a little further down the road, there was an even better
place for gold panning and a guy was fishing the creek
for trout. Successfully, I might add. We could have
gotten two birds with one stone.
We continued driving and as we got closer to Willow the
road improved because it had been pretty washboardy and
potholey. We also started seeing a lot of campers parked
along what had now become a fast flowing river with all
the streams entering it up the valley. Most of the people
looked to be locals, and since this was a long holiday
weekend for them, a hidden place like this was probably
a lot more logical place to get away from tourists like
us. Of course the salmon runs have just begun
in the area and like the Kenai and Russia Rivers, the
Willow River is particularly prolific.
We topped out on a high ridge above Willow late in the
afternoon and through the trees you could glimpse a huge
valley and high mountains in the distance but since we
weren't sure of our direction, I'm not sure what mountain
range we were looking at. In any case, we managed to use
up another day and it was a very enjoyable one. Just a
note to anyone considering taking the same drive. The
MilePost recommends strongly that you not take an RV over
Hatcher Pass. I would have to insist that you would
be crazy to. The road has some tight corners,
is very steep and narrow in places and the road bed itself
would be very rough on a travel trailer or motorhome.
But if you have a passenger vehicle or even a fourwheeler,
the 49 mile trip through the valley is a must see in my
books and only about 10 miles or less on the Palmer side
of the Pass is really poor for RV's.
Last but not least, you've probably noticed that this
is the start of a new week so last week's articles are
Week Four . There is an article on
that page that is only now being posted so you might want
to read it. Or you might not....Oh, and Happy Canada
The purpose of this web site is to draw attention to a
remote area of west central British Columbia. It is a
beautiful area that relies heavily on tourism. The search
engines don't know much about the West Chilcotin, Anahim
Lake, Nimpo Lake or any of the other small communities
in the region and I hope to change that! Even as large
as this site will eventually be, there just isn't enough
room or time in the day to fully describe this incredible
country but I am going to try scraping away at the tip
of the iceberg, so join me!
the links, and see what the West Chilcotin is really like!