To read Bon’s posts, one would think that I’m just along for the ride. You might not realize it, but I have lots of jobs around here. You might say I’m the grease that keeps everything moving, a pretty benevolent position considering I never got a say as to whether I wanted to go on this silly trip in the first place. I tried to explain that there would be bears. Bon simply wouldn’t listen. I hate bears, by the way.
First and foremost, Bon’s kind of soft. For example, he doesn’t do well with temperature fluctuations. When he’s driving and his lap gets cold, I have to be johnny-on-the-spot, ready to warm it right up for him. Usually 10-20 minutes does the trick, at which point I go back to my regular routine as chief lookout. My main job when driving is to sound the alarm when anything appears to be amiss. Bumpy roads? Meow! Windy roads? Meow! Vehicles passing us in either direction? Meow, meow, meow! The two most important alarms are, of course, that moment when we have been driving too long and it’s time to immediately stop for the day…. MEOW! And Bon singing off key to the radio… MEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!
We’ve been on the Alaska Highway for most of the time since Bon’s last post. Originally built back in the forties, it was a joint effort between the US and Canada, conceived for primarily military reasons. Not much more than a gravel trail for 1,400 miles, only the most adventurous souls dared make the
trek in its early days. Now that it’s mostly paved, it’s much more inviting, attracting thousands of tourists each year.
The highway begins in Dawson Creek, BC, Mile 0. There is a commemorative sign there in town. I think Bon managed to get a selfie in front of it; but evidently I wasn’t invited. Nevertheless, we stayed one night in town at the dumpiest RV park we have been to yet. Oh well, it was just a place to sleep. The next morning we drove north to a little Provincial Recreational Area, Duhu Lake. It was a fine campground, but it
looked very bearish to me. Bon went for a hike down along the lake shore. I stayed back in the trailer wondering what I would do if he got eaten by a bear. (Did I mention that I hate bears?) Who would feed me? Luckily, he came back. Took some nice photos while he was down there too. Be sure to check out the Alaska Bound Gallery.
The next morning we began the long slog across the Canadian Rockies. All-in it’s around a 400 mile traverse. We broke it up into two separate drives, setting up camp last night between the highway and a beautiful mountain river, flowing quite heavily with snowmelt from the mountains that surrounded us. Today we finished the second half of the journey.
That’s when we found the bears. Bon pulled over to photograph the first and second bears we saw. Then he realized that we were seeing bears every few miles. The novelty quickly wore off such that we then only stopped for Bison and other unique wildlife that we saw.
We finally made our way down out of the mountains this afternoon,
just in the nick of time for gas in a little town called Watson Lake. We’ll stay at a provincial park nearby that BEARS the same name (yes, pun fully intended). It’s a nice little area, much warmer than it has been the last couple of nights. I’ll keep an eye out for bears while Bon sleeps.
In the almost famous words of the late Steve Fromholz, “Me, I’ll just bear up to my bewildered best.”
After all, somebody’s gotta do it…
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