At Kulane, N.P. again |
We flew back to the Anchorage airport, picked up our larger
bags that we had stored rather than haul them with us, and called the parking
service shuttle to take us to our car. We were so happy to see her again! We
drove off and stopped at some stores so Jane could pick up some Alaskan souvenirs
before checking into our motel for the night.
The next morning Capt. Larry
prodded Jane out of bed really early for the long drive to Beaver Creek, YT. We
were on our way home and making hay. It would be a long drive over roads that
we had passed over before, and a few that already seen twice, so we didn’t
anticipate a lot of tourist stops. We arrived in Tok and bought our last U.S.
gas before being raped again by the Canadian gas prices, and then headed for
the border. Our crossing into Canada went well, but the border agent appeared
more interested in whether we had a switchblade onboard (Capt. Larry reported
he had a pocket knife) than a firearm. Really, who carries switchblades anymore
and why? And why are we worried about switchblades? Shouldn’t we get grilled
about the fruits and other agricultural products that we had encountered at our
previous crossing? Anyway, we crossed the border and arrived at Beaver Creek,
YT. We checked into a motel which she figured was the upper end of the Beaver
Creek offerings (all 3 of them!). No TV, no internet, no telephone, and only
two lights that worked in the room, but it did have an ice machine!
The Kulane Mountain Range |
We had another early start the next day. The plan was to
bounce through Canada and get back to the states as fast we could. We retraced
our route to Watson Lake, but stayed in a nicer motel than we did on our way up
(we do learn as we go!).
We visited the Watson Lake visitor’s center again to
get an update on bridge construction on the Cassiar Highway we had heard about
earlier. We also checked on our sign that we posted earlier in the Signpost
Forest.
It was still there and announcing Killian, LA, quite well. The next
morning we started down BC’s Cassiar Highway on our way to Smithers. The road
was really rough at the start, but smoothed out as we approached the more
populated areas and ski resorts. We travelled approximately 200 miles on this
route and only saw 16 other cars (each way) until we exited and got on a more
traveled route. We spent the night in a nice Smithers’ motel, and then headed
for Prince George and Lake Williams, BC.
Jane had read the ad for our motel in
Lake Williams- beautiful valley view, but no ice buckets, no TV, or internet
(is there a pattern here?). That was Jane’s pick based on the ad, so we’ll ask
some questions before we check into some of the places in the future. We went to a local park to do some walking and then grill some pork chops for a picnic dinner. We headed
out the next morning and entered the beautiful Fraser and Thomson river valleys
which followed our route and provided us with some spectacular scenery.
Fireweed back first after a fire |
Lake along the Cassiar Highway |
Bad photo, but grilling at the park |
Our sights were set on Vancouver the next day to finish out
our Canadian travels. We planned to spend a couple of days there to rest up and
enjoy some sightseeing.
On our way we passed through the scenic Fraser and
Thompson River valleys where a lot of whitewater rafting is done.
The narrowest
point on the Fraser River is a place called Hell’s Gate (we wondered how many
places named Hell’s Gate we have passed through- two of them were on the loop
and we think we can name a couple of others).
The stop featured a tram that
took anyone willing to pay $20 down 400 feet to a complex with a number of gift
shops. We didn’t exercise this option and headed on. We made our way into
Vancouver still wondering about all of the signs announcing a toll bridge for
which no toll was ever collected. Jane was in charge again of picking a place
to stay (groan!), but this time she came up with a gem.
She read an ad for a
motel located in North Vancouver on Horseshoe Bay, and we dialed in to stay
there. We arrived at Horseshoe Bay and found a really quaint, delightful
coastal village. We decided to stay two nights so we could relax and chill out
for a short time.
The motel receptionist recommended a great restaurant and we
had a great meal.
The next day we decided to board a ferry and head over to
Bowen Island for the day. Bowen Island is known for its hiking trails and small
town tourist shops. We arrived and felt we were up for the long hike (60 minutes
one way) to Killarney Lake, a featured nature hike.
The hike to the lake was
really scenic and passed through a temperate or coastal rainforest that hosted
a number of really large redwood and cedar trees.
Arriving back in the town, we
had a great al fresco lunch at a
local restaurant. It was Friday and the annual Steamship Days was just getting
underway.
This is a wooden boat festival which we are familiar with from the
Madisonville, LA, Wooden Boat Festival near our home, so we headed down to the
marina to see the boats.
It wasn’t even close to what we were expecting with a
total of 6 wooden boats at the docks.
But there were a lot of activities for
the kids (a kayak construction competition was especially entertaining), and
Jane had a good time perusing the craft vendor and local merchant offerings.
The
ferry took us back to Horseshoe Bay where we decided to have a light dinner and
turn in early. The next morning we got an early start and crossed the border
with no problems and hightailed our way through Washington and into Oregon
where we spent the night in a neat little town named Roseberg. It was good to
be back in the U.S. and we celebrated by buying lots of booze, gas, and
groceries!
Along the Fraser River valley |
Whitewater along the Fraser |
At Hell's Gate on the Fraser |
The air tram |
Chilling out at a Horseshoe Bay pub |
Our recommended restaurant |
Yummmmmmm! |
Heading for Bowen Island |
A Killarney Lake |
The wooden boats! |
A steamer with a wooden trailer |
Building the kayaks |
An Acadian Beaumount |
Finally, a totem! |
Carl Vernon's next boat! |
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