Dawson Creek, British Columbia, Canada

Trip Start Jun 25, 2009
Trip End Sep 10, 2009

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Northern Lights RV Park - http://www.nlrv.com/

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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Wednesday, July 8- Friday, July10 - Dawson Creek, BC

Everyone woke up early this morning.  It was around 7 a.m. when we rolled out of bed and some rigs had already pulled out.  It is still raining.

Most drivers had difficulty maneuvering their rigs into their camping area yesterday.  At this provincial park, the campsites are set amongst the trees with a curved drive leading off the main loop.  A lot of rigs could not make it into the curve and either had to back in the exit or pull in only part way.  We decided to pull in only part way and face the backing up part this morning.

We were ready to leave around 7:30.  It took a lot of jockeying around to get the rig out of the campsite.  The ground was wet from the rain, so Art had to give it enough power to move, but he had to be careful not to hit any trees at the same time.  Keep in mind that we have a car hauler on the back as well.  My job is outside.  I try to keep an eye on every angle of the rig and give hand signals to Art...mostly the one fingered variety.

We got out of the spot without hurting anything and headed out to the main road.  I was certain that we were supposed to turn right on the main highway, but the GPS told us to turn left.  In the wilderness, the GPS signal has been iffy, but Art turned left anyway.  Of course, immediately the GPS told us we were going in the wrong direction.

Now we're on a curvy two-lane logging road in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, with no place to turn around a 60 foot rig without backing up.  Art spotted a dirt road and decided to try it.  I am completely amazed at the way Art can wheel this behemoth around in tight spots!

So, now pointed in the right direction, we headed to Dawson Creek, BC.  Dawson Creek is the real beginning of our caravan.  All of the days up to today since Great Falls, Montana have been an optional pre-rally.  Two rigs decided not to attend the pre-rally and we will meet up with them in Dawson Creek.

The ride today was foggy, and did I mention, it's STILL raining?  Photo opportunites just didn't present themselves.

When we returned to civilization, in Grande Prairie, AB, we stopped at a Wal-Mart for a few things and fueled up.

It was around 1:00 when we arrived in Dawson Creek, home of Mile "0" of the Alaska Highway. 

Northern Lights RV Park is a dump, but we are told it's the nicest RV park in the area.  It is a Good Sam park, which usually means that a campground has to meet certain criteria to earn that distinction.  Good Sam must have been feeling generous the day this place was inspected.  Regardless, we have electricity, water, sewer, and most importantly, WIFI.

While parking the rig, we noticed that the rear driver side had been hit.  We immediately thought someone had committed a hit-and-run in the Wal-Mart parking lot, but after further inspection, we determined that the trailer must have hit the back of the coach earlier in the morning when we made the about face on the logging road.  Somehow that little black cloud seems to follow us wherever we go. Unfortunately, there are more of those purveyors of bad luck hanging over the heads of others.  Two of our rigs have not made it out of Grande Prairie.  Ron and Hazel's air filter got wet and their rig will not run.  There is no shop that carries the type of filter that they need, so it has to be ordered and sent via overnight delivery.  Our Tailgunners, Richard and Virginia, have stayed behind to assist.

The first thing we wanted to do was was wash the coach and the PT Cruiser, plus laundry had been piling up for five days.  Everyone had the same idea.  Art and I worked on the rig together for a while, and then we lugged the heavy things like jeans and towels to the campground laundry room.  We have a washer/dryer combo in our motorhome, but it handles small loads and takes a while to dry heavy items.

At 7:00, we carpulled to the George Dawson Inn where we had a private meeting room.  We got to meet the people from the two rigs, incidentally, both from California, who joined our caravan here.  One is a husband and wife who are related to two other couples in the caravan.  The other rig is piloted by three adventureous women.

Everyone had an opportunity to formally introduce themselves to the rest of the gang, but we are still missing Ron, Hazel, Richard and Virginia.  A delicious buffet was set up and we enjoyed further conversations with our fellow travelers.

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