Trip Start Jun 01, 2009
35Trip End Jun 31, 2009
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We viewed the totem poles in Kitwanga, slowly deteriorating in weather, as is their custom. St Paul's Anglican Church just across from the poles was beside a peculiar wooden tower or steeple. It looked a bit like a carpenter had "found religion" and then got busy. There was no information available to let us know the story behind it.
South of Kitwanga, we joined Highway 16, the "Highway of Tears" where so many young female hitchhikers have mysteriously disappeared. Billboards displayed warnings to prevent hitchhiking on that road. So far, there has been no progress in the police investigation.
As we approached Prince George and watched for camping sites, I spotted the top of an RV. The first lane to the right took us into a large abandoned gravel pit beside a small lake where another two RVs had settled in for the night. I fished from the shore and managed to catch a respectable trout. A family with four All Terrain Vehicles arrived and they respectfully went off on the trails leaving us in peace.
Next morning, after a wonderful trout breakfast we motored south and stopped at McLease Lake. As we paused for lunch, we watched a couple of people sitting on deck chairs, on a raft with an outboard motor on the back, slowly motor by us. It was a peculiar sight to say the least.
At the same roadside camping spot, a large sanitation truck arrived to pump out the tank under the outhouses. On the door of the truck was the name "Triple P Sanitation". It was easy to assume that two of the letters "P" stood for Pee and Poo. Later we agreed that the third "P" must have been for "Puke".
We spent our last night on the road at a government campsite in Marble Canyon on Vermillion Lake, a breathtaking spot, even considering all of the mountains we had seen on our trip. A duck, obviously accustomed to getting handouts from the tourists, balanced its closeness to us with a safe distance. Information signs told us that the lake is unusually deep with coral growths peculiar to the area because of the lakes chemical makeup. It all reminded us that BC has its beautiful spots too.
After 12,200 kilometres (7581 miles) we have an enhanced appreciation of Canada and the north country. My left arm is more tanned than my right, Bertha needs a bit of work and we are putting our minds to planning our next adventure. We hope you have enjoyed our trip.
Richard and Rosamund
Oh the days are getting longer
And the nights are getting short
As our trusty RV "Bertha"
Carries us into the North.
Past the rushing of the rivers;
By majestic snow-topped hills
Our spirits soar like eagles
Through the land of many thrills.
Meeting peoples of the northlands,
Hearing tales of gold rush dreams,
Seeing scars on Rocky Mountains
As we fish in lakes and streams.
As we dare roads to Inuvik,
Dip our toes in the Beaufort Sea
Drink the beer with local townsfolk
Learning of their hopes and dreams.
Past the rugged Coastal Mountains,
Rivers rushing to the sea,
On the roads less often travelled
There is more for us to see.
Now the days are getting shorter
And the nights are getting long
As we head back south to tackle
What we've left behind undone.