After 25 days on the road our chalet on wheels has come to rest at our Bellevue home. It was a 5000 mile journey touching two states and two Canadian provinces with six border crossings. The weather was a bit cooler than we’d planned and some parks were not open for the season but, on the other hand, it kept the bugs and crowds down.
Dawson Creek was the official end of the Alaska Highway making the next three days of the trip a bit anti-climatic. However, the last 800 miles through spectacular southern British Columbia was worth the trip.
The Outdoor Pools at Harrison
As a reward for “roughing it” we stopped at Harrison Hot Springs Resort & Spa for the last night on the road. The resort is a classic and, in my mind, for “old people” who want to bath in mineral waters. I was wrong. Several new wings have been tastefully added to the original hotel and the place was hopping with families enjoying Canada’s first three day weekend of the summer season (Victoria Day.)
The View from the Hotel
With three outdoor and two indoor pools (including adult only offerings) we soaked away the grit and grime of four weeks on the dusty trail before wandering into the small town for dinner. First stop was highly rated Morgan’s Bistro. The food may be good but the flustered lady in charge was in a bit of a snit and decreed that, “we are not seating anyone else at this time.”
So it was down the street to the Black Forest Steak and Schnitzel for a bit of German food. We had an excellent meal and were able to sit outside with a view of Harrison Lake, just across the narrow road.
I’m not a fan of hotel breakfast buffets so the next morning we escaped to a small local place that was just right. Cookin’ Kim’s Country Café had all the breakfast standards and then some.
It was then time to point the car south, into the Washington rain for the last leg of the trip.
Now there is nothing left but the memories and a chance to reflect on the trip—what went per plan, what would be do different and so on. That reflection can await for another day. For now it’s sort mail, get organized and get back to the normal stuff of home. We shall see how quickly we can adjust.
Northern British Columbia has been a surprise. Mining, oil and gas generation are big things up here and the major towns we’ve seen the past few days—Fort Nelson, Fort St. John and Dawson Creek are all engaged in those heavy industries. Given the demand for energy in North America these local economies seem to be perking along strongly.
Being more familiar with Southern B.C. I expected a more temperate climate but was reminded by a local that they lie as far north as Edmonton Alberta and Edmonton has some nasty winters. But it’s spring now and growing more pleasant each day.
Wildlife was still snoozing when we passed through Alaska. It is abundant here in B.C. bears, bison, stone sheep, caribou, elk and even porcupines can be found roadside. I’m not sure what we will do with all the photos.
Services Far Apart—Gas When You Can
Seniors are familiar with the adage, never pass up a rest room. On the Yukon/north B.C. portion of the Alaska Highway all drivers should adhere to the adage, never pass up a gas station. Station are few and far apart. Twice, in the last two days, the “distance to empty” number of my car computer indicated I would not get where I intended to go. Gas stops listed in Mile Post were either not open for the season or will never open again. Each time we were rescued by a gas pump we didn’t anticipate but the experience was enough to get our attention and be thankful we were not driving a class A, 6 mile to the gallon motor home.
Some of the big pickups pulling 5th wheel trailers have extra gas cans tucked in the bed of their trucks. I now understand why. But we have only seen one vehicle at the side of the road pouring gas into what I assume was an out-of-gas camper.
One Last Snow Storm
Snowy Morning at Purden Park
We started out this trip with cold and snowy nights. Now it’s mid-May and we should be done with all that. Not true. Last night at Purden Lake Provincial Park, east of Prince George, we went to bed under clear skies and woke up with a dusting of wet snow. There must be a message here but I’m not sure what it is.
Central B.C.: Dawson City to Prince George to Kamloops
The season has begun on the Alaska Highway. The first part of May we had Alaska to ourselves. One or two RV’s would share the campgrounds with us. Now the big rigs are heading north and the reasons for travel vary.
A Florida couple picked up a new camper in Iowa that is destined for an Alaska camper rental agency. The rental company offers a smoking deal to people that will pick up a new campers and drive it north. They plan to spend three weeks wandering and then deliver a slightly used camper to the rental agency. Everyone wins.
A North Carolina couple is hauling their 5th wheel trailer to Moose Pass, near Seward. They found a summer job caring for three vacation rentals some guy in Anchorage owns. They get a place to park, modest salary and a chance to spend the summer in Alaska. They say there are all sorts of web sites where such jobs are listed.
A Texas couple was heading to Dyea, near Skagway to become campground hosts. Same deal—light work, check people in, do maintenance and spend the summer up north. The irony was, she had no idea where Dyea was. It just sounded like a good idea.
We met a guy from Vernon, B.C. who is going to work at a gold mine near Dawson City for the summer. Yes, they are still mining gold at Dawson Creek.
The strangest was a young man with a German Sheppard puppy, heading to Valdez to build a log home for some relative. He was driving an old Mercedes with bald tires and wasn’t sure where he was. After a brief discussion I concluded the dog was the smartest of the two.
A German couple was headed north for the third time in a four wheel drive pickup with camper. They will spend most of the summer and favor the back/dirt roads where the crowds (for good reason) are not an issue. When winter comes they will park their rig in Vancouver and return to the motherland.
We have also seen couples from such places as New Zealand, Australia and Spain that have come on over, rented a rig and launched an Alaskan adventure.
This is just a sample. As the season matures there will be more and more, just plain tourists but, for now, the travelers are an interesting mix.
Return of the Night: Up north we enjoyed long daylight hours (hours between sunrise and sunset.) Now, as we head south, darkness has returned. By way of comparison, today Fairbanks will have 18hr 40min of daylight, Dawson Creek 16hr 25min and Bellevue WA just 15hr 10 min. It is noticable. We had to dig out our flashlights in case we needed to go out after dark!
Dawson Creek—An American couple, Kathy and Steve Dennis, are recovering here after two days on the Alaska Highway without internet access. Authorities doubt they will suffer any long term effects from the ordeal.
A distraught Dennis tries to connect.
“We were OK in Watson Lake (Yukon),” Mr. Dennis reported. “It was a slow connection but serviceable. The problems began at Liard Hot Springs Provincial Park.”
The hot springs have been attracting visitors since fur trappers discovered the mineral waters in the last century. They were also popular with crews building the Alaska Highway but, even today, services are limited and do not include power or internet access.
“It’s a beautiful park,” added Mrs. Dennis. “A long boardwalk takes you to the natural pools. It was wonderful, but no internet service was available. No cell service either, for that matter."
The travelers escaped those conditions and headed further south. They were teased with wifi at the Toad River Lodge but were compelled to move on before they could blog.
Internet connections were plentiful in bustling Fort Nelson but schedule forced them on to the “wifi unavailable” Sikanni River RV site.
“I can’t tell you how stressful it’s been having to read and talk to each other for two days,” Dennis said.
Following a brief recovery here in Dawson Creek the couple will continue to Prince George and Kamloops where they anticipate better coverage.
With the exception of bustling Whitehorse, the Yukon towns of the Alaska Highway are underwhelming. The people are gracious and friendly but the towns themselves reflect their heritage—stopping points on a road to somewhere else. Haines Junction, Teslin and Watson Lake present a bleak face to the traveler passing though.
Watson Lakes Claim to Fame
The "GI" signs that started it all
It was painfully apparent when we were looking for a Saturday evening RV park/ The Teslin park was a wide open lot next to a lake. In hindsight it was the best we were to see. Wanting to cover more ground we pressed on for Rancheria, which was described as a charming roadhouse dating back to the 1940’s with restaurant and RV park. The RV park wasn’t open and the roadhouse itself badly needed pick up. It wasn’t just old. It was messy.
Next stop, a road junction near Watson Lake. Two parks there looked good on paper. The first was closed. The second was a wide open field behind a gas station with rest rooms of questionable quality. On to Watson Lake, where three parks looked good.
The newest and best, per our guide, was, guess what—a gravel lot behind a service station. But someone had run over their transformer and there was no power. With temperatures at 40ish nightly, electric heat is nice!
Number two was a gravel lot on a small lake. Later in the season bugs might be an issue but not now, with ice still clinging to the lake edge. It was a possibility but we hoped for a more wooded home for the night so headed to park number three with “pads separated by small trees.”
Number three was not open for the season.
Any type of sign will do.
So it was back to gravel lot number two which turned out to be ok. The facilities were great, wifi strong and neighbors quiet. Life is good in the RV park.
Sign Post Forest, Watson Lake, Yukon Territory: In 1942, a soldier working on the Alaska Highway installed a sign showing the distance to his home town. Others added signs to the post. Now the Watson Lake Sign Post Forest boast signs from all over the world, left by travelers passing through. Over 70,000 signs are claimed and more are added daily. It is a sure photo stop for anyone heading up the Alcan.
Saturday Travel: Haines Junction, Whitehorse, Teslin, Watson Lake
Driving non-interstate highways in the lower 48 I often see the little green mile post signs beside the road with a number indicating how many miles I am from somewhere. But I rarely pay much attention to them. Up north it’s different. With the great expanses of land and long distances between communities, the mile posts provide important gauges to locate points of interest.
Perhaps it all started with the Alaska Highway. Starting at mile 0, in Dawson City, B. C, points along the way were identified by mile posts, ending with mile post 1422 in Delta Junction, Alaska. For example, a certain bridge might be located at mile post 330 and so on. It gave the road builders a point of reference and the mile post concept stuck.
Early copy of Milepost
The old dog sled routes might have used the same system, with less precision.
Now mile posts are a way of life; an address system where no addresses exist. They are in use on all the major roads (and there aren’t that many) in Alaska. A town will be located at mile post 440. A gas station at mile post 665, and so on.
Delta Junction, End of the Road
Travelers in Alaska often carry the bible of Alaska travelers, The Milepost. An annual publication in its 65th printing it chronicles all the major roads, mile by mile, listing services and sights to see along the way. When gas stations, for example, are widely spaced, The Milepost can provide guidance for fill up. With nearly 800 pages it is packed with facts, can be used as a door stop and, if you are trapped in the wild, makes an excellent fire starter.
After three weeks on the road, ours is beginning to show its age but it’s still serviceable and, with its guidance, we haven’t needed to start any fires.
In basic science class we learned that objects expand when hot and shrink when cold (aka, the shrinkage factor.) Water is an exception. It expands when frozen. That is bad news for road builders of the north when the water in question is beneath a road. The result is a “frost heave” or big bump in the road.
Winter plays havoc on roads in the north and no place more than the road from Beaver Creek to Haines Junction in the Yukon Territory. The ice forces the road up, breaking the asphalt and making driving a challenge. It seems that, after 70 years, they still haven’t solved the "heave" problem on the Alcan. Mother Nature is a clever girl.
When the ground is still frozen they can’t make repairs so the best the road crew can do is place fluorescent flags on little stakes where the damage is the worst. When you see those flags, caution is advised, particularly if you are pulling a small trailer. Getting “air” with a camp trailer is not a good thing.
One goal of this trip north was to travel the Alaska, or Alcan, Highway. Thursday we started the trek in earnest. A few weeks ago we did a short stretch northbound, Haines Junction to Tok, but we are not going to count that. So, starting in Fairbanks, we headed for the south terminus of the Alcan in Dawson Creek, British Columbia. Technically the Alcan, constructed in 1942, begins 100 miles south of Fairbanks in Delta Junction but we won’t be technical.
I could give you a history of the road but that’s been written. You can click HERE to read one account. I will limit my observations to our experience on the road. Since much of the road is just miles and miles of miles and miles surrounded by an ever changing and incredible landscape there isn’t much to tell. It has to be experienced.
The people that live in splendid isolation along the road amaze me. In the summer, with the good weather, crowds of travelers head up and down the road, served by restaurants, gas stations and stores of all types. For the other nine months it is relatively quiet. For the five months of winter much of the north portion is held in an icy grip. While some escape to warmer climates many remain and cope.
We stopped in Delta Junction to sample a buffalo burger at a renowned local drive in. It was cold and windy but the covered patio area was alive with kids. I pulled in and was greeted by the owner. “Sorry, we’re not open until May 18th. I’m here for the local school kids who are coming by for a special ice cream cone treat.”
An ice cream cone with the wind blowing and the temperature struggling to reach 45! He then proceeded to make complimentary cones for us pointing out that the ice cream came fresh from a local dairy. And then the next group of parka clad students arrived.
When you live in this country you figure how to get by.