is about a remote area in west central British Columbia, Canada
called the West Chilcotin. Surrounded by numerous glacial mountain
ranges, alpine lakes teeming with wild Rainbow Trout, and full
of wildlife. Living here goes from no running water or electricity
to spacious log homes with all the conveniences and without
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Making Like A Tourist
that neither of us are really accustomed to because neither
of us have ever taken much in the way of long vacations
in our lifetime. Since we vowed to do things differently
this time it was quite neat to do a little discovery tour
We explored the S.S. Klondike II, a steam paddlewheel
ship named for, and mostly built from, what was left of
her sister ship after she sank. Klondike II plied
the mighty Yukon River between Whitehorse and Dawson City
for several years until she was decommissioned in the
For six dollars apiece, I would have liked a little more
detailed tour, but we still learned some fascinating facts
such as that it took 40 cords of wood to drive the ship
36 hours down river to Dawson City and an impressive 120
cords for the four to six day trip back. The fire
man loaded one huge yule log into the firebox every thirty
seconds for four hours straight. Talk about backbreaking
We took a walkabout in downtown Whitehorse and both agreed
that we very much liked the little city. We went on to
tour the Berengia Museum and the Transportation Museum.
The former was utterly fascinating and we spent so much
time there that they had to chase us out of the latter
at supper time.
Do you remember how we were all taught in school that
North America was inhabited by people and mammals that
crossed the land bridge at the Bering Straight? I
guess I always got the impression that we were literally
talking narrow land bridge. Not so. According
to the Interpretive Center, Eastern Asia, Alaska and more
than half of the Yukon was not under glaciers during the
last ice age and that when oceans dropped 489 feet as
the huge ice fields froze, a huge grassy savanna was exposed
between Asia and North America. World maps showed wide
swaths of shoreline surrounding every continent that had
previously been a part of the Continental Shelf, now exposed
to air and the pollen that would colonize that rich new
soil. Of course as temperatures warmed and the huge ice
caps melted, those continents above water shrank yet again.
Kind of makes you believe in the lost city of Atlantis
There were many other fascinating bits of information
that I never knew that made this tour well worth while.
There was a lot of emphasis on the archeological finds
in the Yukon region, many dug up by placer miners. Complete
skeletal remains of the Hairy Mammoth, skin and bones
from a Steppe horse, the Short Faced Bear, said to stand
several feet taller than a grizzly bear, and the Scimiter
Cat that looked like a Saber Tooth Tiger to me. I got
a great picture of skull comparisons between black, grizzly
and the Short Faced Bear that I'm going to post in the
of the Day.
Check out the size differences!
I could have stayed a little longer at this museum, but
time was running short and we did want to get onto the
Transportation Museum. There was a whole room dedicated
to some great pictures and write ups about floatplanes
and pilots that flew in the north, and a whole lot of
crashes too! There was also a tremendous amount of information
on other methods of transportation in the Yukon as well
as live exhibits but we were a little rushed and just
didn't get to see everything. The fellow at the door started
moving us out just before 6:00 and it was time we went
anyway, but I would definitely recommend this particular
museum to anyone. We were lucky, because we had
visited the Visitor Center in downtown Whitehorse earlier
in the day and so we had already seen a lot of information
about the Klondike and modes of transportation, but there
were a lot of neat little exhibits in the Transportation
Museum that I would like to have explored in more detail.
All I can say is that there sure were a lot of crazy
people in this country during the goldrush years!
We were going to head for the border to Alaska tomorrow,
but I realized that we would then bypass Kluane and I've
heard too much about how beautiful the area is to rush
it. Since we're coming back out of Alaska by way of Dawson
City, this will be our only opportunity to see the area.
One word of note. We've stayed these last two days at
the Hi Country RV Park, or as Andy calls it, Sardine Central.
It's true that the RV's are parked in here pretty tightly
but there are trees at each site, the spot is a pretty
one and the services excellent. It was true luxury to
take a shower in an immaculate washroom and it didn't
cost anything! The last place that we were at in Watson
Lake charged two loonies for five minutes of water. That's
a little excessive I think, especially in view of what
these places charge for staying overnight. In
any case, our laundry is done, trailer topped off and
we're ready to move on out.
There may not might not be any articles for a day or two
because I don't know whether we'll get anywhere near an
Happy Father's Day Everyone!
didn't realize it was Father's Day until we landed at
Whitehorse and wondered why the RV Parks were so full
and even all the phone lines were busy.
We pulled out of Watson Lake this morning and stopped
at the Sign Post Forest there with street
and place signs, license plates, and name plates attached
to hundreds of upright treated timbers. It started out
when the Alaskan Highway was first being built in 1942
with some of the engineers and military men that helped
to build the highway painted boards with place names such
as New York and Tokyo with mileage and arrows pointing
in the direction of each. They were nailed to a pillar
made famous over the years from thousands of photographs
taken by tourists. The Sign Forest has since grown to
over 60,000 signs and license plates and I only
regret that we didn't bring a sign from Nimpo and Anahim
Lakes. Just shows you what lousy tourists we are!
I was really disappointed to see that the Northern Lights
Center at Watson Lake was only open in the afternoon and
evenings. That was our sole reason for overnighting there
and had I realized the hours weren't going to work for
a morning visit, we could have gone there Saturday evening.
I was really, really looking forward to seeing their displays
since northern lights are probably one of my favorite
things in the whole world. I guess I'll do a better
job of reading the fine print in the Milepost next time.
We didn't stop too much today because again we wanted
to make up a little for the lost time this past week.
We did go into see the falls on the Rancheria River with
the short walk being well worth the view and the dogs
appreciated the jaunt immensely.
We got to cross the longest span of bridge on the
Alaskan Highway at 1,917 feet long over Nisutlin
River Bay where it flows into the end of 86 mile long
Teslin Lake. It, like many of the bridges on the highway,
has metal plating for a deck and must be ruddy awful for
motorcyclists to cross.
We shifted in and out of British Columbia and the Yukon
seven times today following the Alaska Highway, which
in turn seems to follow the rivers a lot.
The country began to change yet again as we neared Whitehorse
with wide, green valleys sweeping up to high mountains
on either side of the highway. When we neared Marsh Lake
I remembered it immediately from a picture in the Milepost
because of its spectacular aquamarine color similiar to
Muncho Lake from the day before. Marsh Lake is obviously
popular as a recreation area for Whitehorse residents
since the lake shore is built up a little more than we
have been accustomed to seeing anywhere in the last few
days. In fact, one thing that really stood out for us
is that we noticed there is little access into the back
country wilderness of northern British Columbia and the
Yukon. You don't see huge logging cut blocks high
up on the sides of hills and logging roads taking off
here and there. There aren't any
roads and apparently no logging. The land looks as pristine
as when it was born millions of years ago and other than
the odd huge forest fire burn, there is little that looks
out of place here.
Just before we hit Whitehorse, we got our first glimpse
of the mighty Yukon River, and mighty she is! Beautiful
too. She's the same odd color of Marsh and Muncho Lakes.
That strange pale greeny, blue you most often see in glacier
fed lakes that drop fine silt into the water. Whatever
the cause, it's a gorgeous river and I look forward
to seeing it for the next thousand miles or so.
We had already decided on the RV park we would stay at
as per the Milepost, (which is definitely the bible for
travel to Alaska) and since it was only about 4:00 in
the afternoon, we were confident of getting a good spot.
We sat in a long line of RV's in front of the office of
the campsite and fortunately, Andy had the foresight to
walk to the office straight away while I moved the truck
and trailer forward as need be. We got the last spot with
any kind of hookups in the site while two RV's that had
parked in front of us and several behind were going to
be stuck with no hookups if they wished to stay. Most
did because the alternative campgrounds on the way in
to Whitehorse looked like barren gravel parking lots.
I'd rather park in a pullout or a gravel pit somewhere
rather than take that choice. As it was, the last site
required that we unhook the truck from the trailer and
park it sideways since the site was too short for the
entire rig. I suspect that this is an old RV park that
used to be more than adequate for the campers, tent trailers
and RV trailers of days gone by. Now the monsters that
you see parked in these sites overflow on both ends and
the sides once they put out their 'pop outs'. I'm
reasonably sure that some of those rigs are bigger than
There are some fabulous walking trails at this RV campground
back in the woods behind it that are great for taking
the dogs for a walk. There are dark woods, steep hills
and huge rocks bigger than most vehicles and some houses
that were blasted down the hillside either in the last
volcanic eruption millenia ago or moved by glaciers in
the last ice age. A walking trail tracks through it all
and several game trails take off here and there, all waiting
to be explored. Particularly by the dogs.
We'll stay parked here for a day because we would both
like to take a look around Whitehorse. I've never
talked to anyone that has lived or visited here that didn't
like the place so I look forward to poking around tomorrow.
After that, we're headed to the Alaskan border. There
are lots of roads we want to go down in this part of the
country, such as to see Atlin in northern B.C. and perhaps
Skagway, but we'll do that on our way back home in August.
Second Day Out
on our second full day out after our forced standstill
for nearly a week. We left Tetsa Campground this
morning after a great night sleep. The only disadvantage
of this beautiful spot was the mosquitoes and boy were
they something! We took the dogs for a walk last
night along the river, but you didn't stay in any one
place for long. We couldn't leave them outside because
they were just covered in the blood sucking little buggers!
The campground was heavily treed, damp and down in a valley
where there was little breeze. Ideal breeding grounds
for mosquitoes so anything that we needed to do on the
rig outside, was done after we left and climbed to a viewspot
a few miles away.
We arrived in Stone Mountain Provincial Park and it was
easy to see why it was called that. Big bare grey mountains
reared up with all the layers of rock twisted into weird
swirls and folds. There we crossed the Summit Pass which
at 4,250 feet is the highest point on the Alaska
Highway. Kind of neat when you think that yesterday
we crossed the lowest point on the Alaska Highway
at the Muskwa River which is only 1000 feet above sea
level. There you go, the highs and the lows in
less than 24 hours and we're less than a third down the
In the Stone Mountain region we saw a young caribou on
the highway and shortly after some Stone sheep, the only
area that has them in British Columbia. We only caught
a glimpse of a couple going over the bank on the left,
but a little tiny kid decided to turn back and
stopped on the highway in front of us. We came
to a stop while he popped up the cliff face to our right.
It is absolutely unbelievable how sure footed they
are, even the little guy. I just couldn't get
over how fast he could move on solid, nearly vertical
rock and wasn't very successful taking pictures, but I
hope I got at least one.
We soon came into Muncho Lake Provincial Park which offers
spectacular viewscapes. The lake itself is unbelievable!
It's the odd green you would normally associate with glacial
fed lakes and rivers, but is a little more turquoise in
color, said to be caused by copper oxide leaching into
the lake, and is clear as a bell, allowing you to see
deep to the rocks lining the bottom.
Although we followed several big rivers, none was so wild
as the Liard. It is a huge, wide mud roiling river that
has overflowed its banks in many places to enter the trees
on either side where the banks are low. We stood well
above it at one viewpoint where the bank was sheer to
the river well below. It was seething and boiling
with spring runoff and huge, uprooted trees were carried
in circles down its middle. You realized pretty
quickly that if you fell in you would be done for. Shortly
after, we crossed the only suspension bridge left on the
Alaska Highway where it crossed the mighty Liard River
at 476 miles north of Dawson Creek.
We by-passed Liard Hot Springs in favor of arriving in
an early camp for a change and so continued on to Watson
Lake, watching the incredible country slide by. We went
through miles of country newly overgrown with young spruce
and poplar where apparently the second largest fire
in B.C. history had occurred in 1982. It encompassed
400,000 acres!!! That's huge! Soon after we passed the
boundary of that fire, we came on a more obviously recent
burn from 2004 that wasn't nearly as large. We did see
some wild bison and got a picture of one huge old guy.
I'm not sure where I read it but I think that this herd
is the only wild woodland bison herd in North America,
but don't quote me on that.
Anyway, we've finally arrived in Watson Lake in a great
camp site and now that supper's over and the laundry done,
I'm hoping to get a chance to upload this to the Internet
tonite with some pictures. If not, then it will be tomorrow
On The Road Again!
got going again after our disaster. We left our hosts
at Farmington sourth of Fort St. John on Friday morning.
They had kindly invited us back to their place, which
had previously been an RV park, to wait the few days it
would take for a new fridge to come in. Not only did we
have wonderful surroundings to kick back and chill out
from our fires, but our host took us sightseeing
to the both the Peace and W.A.C. Bennett dams while our
hostess supplied us with some really delicious meals and
The dams on Williston Lake were really interesting to
see. We also saw two videos, one at the Peace Canyon Dam
and one at the Bennett Dam describing how the dams were
built. Interestingly, the Peace Canyon dam has exhibits
about dinosaurs because the oldest fossilized bird
tracks in the world were discovered there before the Peace
River valley was flooded, as well as some of the
oldest vegetation eating dinosaur tracks and bones ever
found. I got a picture of a dinosaur track in a form cast
before the rock was buried under tons of water forever
and I hope it turns out.
The Bennett dam is said to be the largest earthen dam
in the world and trust me, it looks it!
After leaving the dam we went over to the yacht club on
the opposite side of Williston Lake where our host has
a good sized boat and toured around there for a little
while. It was a great day and I actually learned lots!
We arrived at the RV shop in Fort St. John Friday morning,
relieved to see our new fridge sitting in the shop, already
hooked up and being tested before being installed. Although
it was a $2500 touch, it sure is a nice fridge and the
peace of mind is worth every penny!
When we left our host's place we crossed the old
Kiskatinaw River Bridge which is the only original timber
bridge still in use today and it actually curves
for its 531 foot length. It's quite something to see.
Our trip north of the Peace River Valley was nicely uneventful
and the sights were great. We touched wood (a toothpick
holder up in the visor) everytime we got cocky about making
it north with further incident. We're not superstitious,
but....it never hurts to cover all of your bases.
The highway to Fort Nelson was a bit rough in places but
the views of the northern Rocky Mountain range was pretty
darn nice. As we went we watched the forests change periodically
from decideous to coniferous and back again. We came up
on a rise that allowed us to clearly see an interesting
mountain called Indian Head. It was a flat topped mesa
with a rock sticking out at the top that definitely looked
like the head you would see on a coin.
Shortly after we pulled into the Tetsa River Regional
Park, tired and hungry. We had promised ourselves that
we were going to take this trip slow, but after losing
so many days parked, we decided to make up some time driving.
The camp site was absolutely beautiful with nicely
treed sites and the roar of the river in the background.
We finally got to have our first real camp with a real
fire and although tired, it was so light out that I was
able to read outside until 11:30 at night. It was great!
We're on our way!
Here I Sit, Broken Hearted....
know how that old saying goes. Well, we're right back
south of Fort St. John where the story below was written
two days ago. We're not exactly speeding along, are we?
Yesterday morning we were just having our breakfast when
we could smell electrical wiring burning and smoke started
curling out from under the fridge. Andy dove for
the fire extinguisher and put the fire out. He pulled
out the wiring and it was black and welded together so
he spent about an hour or so rewiring that section using
wire and tools that our host kindly lent to us.. It looked
good to go so as I sat at the kitchen table and uploaded
some pictures from my camera, Andy started letting down
jacks on the RV and finished putting weatherstripping
around the door. As I walked by the fridge I commented
that I could smell a burn smell again. In only seconds
it had burst into flames under the fridge. We
blew the flame out that time because the first fire extinguisher
had been expended and we couldn't get to the second one
This time the wiring was burnt much worse, so we left
it out from under the fridge, packed up, and on our host's
recommendation, left to see a fellow in Fort St. John
that he said was quite knowledgeable. We arrived at his
shop and he took a long look at the situation. He found
a wire at the back that appeared to be shorting out so
he fixed it and rewired the whole thing underneath.
We were feeling pretty confident about the whole thing
so at about 2:30 we finally got away from Fort St. John
and headed north. Our host and his friend had stopped
by the shop while we were getting the wiring fixed and
noticed that the hitch ball looked like it had a little
play in it so we got up the road only a little ways to
a pull-out to tighten it up. We had only been stopped
a moment and you could see smoke coming out of the vent
above the fridge. We had purchased another fire extinguisher
and that was used to put out the fire but this time
there was a large burn spot in the bottom of the fridge.
The plastic hadn't burnt all the way through but just
Back we went to Fort St. John and the fellow that had
fixed it just could not believe that it had caught on
fire yet again. He and Andy spent until 5:30 working on
the thing and trying different things to try and figure
out what was going on. They came up with every theory
under the sun while I tried to keep the dogs in the back
of the truck cool and watered, and I tried to keep from
roasting in the high temperatures.
The guys got everything rewired and then I asked that
they completely disconnect any power to the harness underneath.
We felt we could continue our holiday using propane only.
We headed north once more, stopping a couple of times
to check that everything was all right. No fire. No problems.
About thirty miles out of Fort St. John we decided to
pull into a rest area that had a nice greenbelt so that
we could give the dogs a good run and ourselves a break
from the heat of the city. We climbed into the RV to check
it out and found no sign of smoke or fire. Andy went back
out to take the dogs out of the truck while I used the
washroom. I came out the door, glanced at the bottom of
the fridge, and saw smoke curling out. I yelled
at Andy outside and by the time I had bent down to the
fridge, flames had started roaring underneath.
We got the fire out and Andy pulled the smoking mess of
melted wires out from under the fridge. This time a good
sized hole had been melted right into the bottom of the
fridge. I'll tell you, if you don't think we weren't feeling
pretty beat! The RV had been hit several times with a
fire extinguisher and although we had blown it out with
a compressor at the RV shop, here it was full of fine
white fire retardant yet again! The fridge was pretty
much shot with a huge hole melted into it and the wiring
harness fried worse and worse each time. And we both agreed
that we definitely would not feel comfortable sleeping
in the RV until we knew for sure the problem was fixed.
After four fires we were just very lucky we hadn't
lost the trailer completely. By now, we had already
developed a contingency plan for getting the truck and
dogs away from the trailer should the whole thing go up
We turned around and headed south again, both of us checking
in the rear view mirrors for smoke, even though everything
was turned off that could be. We had decided that when
we hit Fort St. John we would try to get hold of the fellow
at the shop, even though he would be long past closed.
No answer on the phone so we started looking for a motel.
We had already made up our minds that we would
head home to Nimpo Lake and regroup from there.
Just about that time the fellow pulled up next to us on
the highway and motioned us into the next turnoff.
If you can believe it, this guy had finished up his business,
gone home and had supper, and then decided to take a drive
to the north where he thought we might camp for the night
just to make sure everything was okay when he passed us
on the highway going the wrong way. I'll tell you, if
that isn't awesome service, I don't know what is!
The guy insisted we come back to his shop because he just
could not believe the wiring had burned again with no
power to it. We stayed there until well after 9:00 while
he and Andy figured out what the problem was. Unfortunately,
we were still going to need a new fridge even
though they found and could probably fix the problem because
it wasn't going to be keeping much of anything cold with
a hole burned into it. The shocker is that a new RV fridge
is well over $2000 with taxes and not including installation.
The fellow could order it but since he was going to Edmonton
today and neither he nor the new fridge would arrive back
in Fort St. John until Friday, we were going to be enjoying
the Peace River country a lot longer than expected.
Our hosts of two days ago kindly invited us back to their
place for our wait and have loaned us freezer space for
all the meat we had in the RV freezer. We purchased a
cooler to hold the fridge stuff so now we're set. All
we need to do now is find a good fishing hole.
If we're going to be in one spot for a few days, we might
as well make the best of it!
we finally got settled in somewhere long enough for
me to write. Hello from Dawson Creek everyone!
I know, we haven't gotten very far for being on the
road for three days and only around 700 miles. Especially
when you consider that we often do 500 miles to the
Okanagan in a day and still have time to do some business
when we get there. But we were determined to train ourselves
to take our time on this trip and we certainly have!
Friday morning was hectic to say the least. As I mentioned
in the last blog, we were expecting an old friend of
mine for dinner on Thursday night. I hadn't seen him
for seven years and we had a great evening with him
and his work partner. We shut 'er down just before midnight
but that meant we had to go like scared cats Friday
morning to try and pull out of Nimpo Lake by
10:00 Friday morning. By the time we finished B.S.'ing
with some folks at the 'Gate that had just come back
from Alaska, we didn't actually get going until shortly
Along the highway we saw a cow moose and her little
calf born just this year. We didn't even try
to stop and get a picture because the poor little guy
was panicking at the sight of us, and although she had
jumped the fence and was on the other side, he was still
on the highway side. It looked too much like he might
dive right into the fence, and too many young moose
get killed or tangled up that way so we kept going in
the hopes that he would quickly settle down.
We still had to stop in Williams Lake to get insurance
and then get on our way to Quesnel, where we were
planning to stop the night at Bill and Anita's, friends
that we had snowmobiled with on Trumpeter Mountain and
who have been great suppliers of some of the photos
you've been seeing the last few months of the West Chilcotin.
They provided us with a great meal, parking
spot, view and super evening. We had a terrific time
with them and got to look at all their 'toys'.
We had been hearing a real rumble from the front of
the truck every time we climbed a hill and were pretty
concerned about it. They pointed us in the direction
of Kal Tire in Quesnel and that was the first place
we headed to in the morning. Sure enough, the young
fellow that had installed our new tires the week before
in Williams Lake had
misbalanced them so badly with the wrong weight that
they were wearing incorrectly. Fortunately, we got a
smart cookie in Quesnel that rebalanced the tires and
switched them from side to side. On his advice, we stopped
again in Prince George to have them checked. On the
long haul the noise has reduced somewhat, so we're hoping
that the tires are wearing evenly again and eventually
the rumble will stop. If not, guess it's something else.
We ran north of Prince George on Saturday through the
Pine Pass. There, a series of mountains, all reasonably
even in height, run in a line along a valley with a
deep little lake. Along each peak you can see
the twists of rock that was once parallel to the ocean
floor and is now standing vertical in the sky.
At one end of the lake, called Azouzetta, is a really
pretty looking campground and had we not been running
for only a couple of hours, we might very well have
stopped there. The highway all through there is quite
a pretty drive but I can attest from experience that
the Pine Pass Highway is a dirty little mother in winter
and when I lived in Prince George I often remember hearing
on the radio that "The Pine pass has been closed
until further notice."
From there we continued north to about 20 miles south
of Chetwynd in the Peace Foothills, where the country
changes drastically again. Now the hills are all flat
topped, like mesas and the trees are mostly decideous
such as poplar, cottonwood and birch. We went through
one valley where the skunk cabbage was growing so thickly
and smelled so strongly that you could barely breath.
It was hot too so that probably didn't help much.
We took a detour to Tumbler Ridge which is a mining
town and very prettily laid out. We visited
with friends there and then found ourselves a camp spot
on the river for the night. Although off the highway
a good hour or so, the highway going in to Tumbler Ridge
is in excellent condition and there is another highway
going up to Dawson Creek that is also in superb shape,
and it means you don't have to go over the same road
twice, which is always a bonus.
At Tumbler Ridge there are dinosaur tracks in
rock and some beautiful waterfalls according to the
brochure. Unfortunately, we didn't read about
the falls until too late so all we could go by was the
picture. Lesson number one. Make sure you have the Milepost
out before you get to Mile Zero on the
Alaska Highway because there are lots of neat things
to see and they are listed in the book.
Like all good tourists, we stopped in Dawson Creek
to see the Mile Zero post on the advice of a
friend who said, "You can't travel the length of
the Alaska Highway without starting at the first mile!"
It's a good thing we were told that because we sure
wouldn't have thought about it.
Dawson Creek opens up into some pretty nice farming
country with wide valleys and gentle hills. We are now
sitting at another friend's place on the old Alaska
Highway just north of Dawson Creek in a place called,
appropriately, Farmington. He and his wife have a beautiful
place that they used to run as an RV park. That means
we got a good electrical hookup with our own little
post and everything! There's shade from the trees and
the dogs are happily laying in the grass relieved to
be out of the truck, I'm sure.
The morning we left, poor River dog hid in his doghouse
and took a great deal of coaxing to get out while Mocha
jumped into the back of the truck and refused to come
out because there was no way in Hades we were
leaving without her. She'd been worriedly following
us around for days because she knew darn well we were
packing for a trip and she did not want to be left behind.
River, on the other hand had been totally oblivious
to what was going on until that morning. Tailgate down,
canopy lid up, a trailer on the back? "No way man,
I am not going on a car trip!!!" He got in finally,
but it took effort and lots of Gravol.
Once the dogs are on the road, they're fine, and River
will jump back into the truck without a problem after
a stop with no problem. In fact, he's usually in before
you ask him. I think he's afraid he's going to be left
behind. It's just a problem the first day when he wishes
to be left behind.
So far, aside from the cow moose with this year's baby
that we saw Friday morning, we've seen a black bear
around Prince George right along the highway that wasn't
moving for anyone, a deer, another moose and a really
big, fat, marmot. Unfortunately, no pictures. It
just isn't that easy to stop a 30' foot rig behind a
Ford supercab duelly when you're smoking along at highway
speeds, just to take a picture. Once we get
further north we might slow down long enough to get
some good animal pics.
Tomorrow, we're headed north, and with any luck, any
stops now will be to see places of interest instead
of visiting people. I've enjoyed them all but I'm peopled
out now. I want to see some country!!
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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!