The Alaska Journey Begins; North to British Columbia

            Day one was concluded without mishap. The Chalet hitched up and followed us obediently over 400 miles into Central British Columbia. We even worked in a stop at our favorite Woods Coffee in Lynden, to fortify ourselves for, what proved to be, an easy border crossing.

The first days travel can hardly be considered an adventure since the roads are paved and all the comforts of home—including fast food restaurants—are available. But, for us, much of the ground was new.

The views became more interesting as we turned north, winding up the Fraser River Canyon. It’s a big powerful river that was the focus of early travelers and settlers. Towns like Boston Bar, Spences Bridge and Cache Creek hug the river, each concealing an interesting story of its past. The power of the river is on display at aptly named Hells Canyon.

Moving north the terrain evolves from thick green forests to a more arid landscape. It’s much like going from western to eastern Washington State.

The Shores of Lake McLeese

The small towns along the way have a number of charming claims to fame. Driving on the “Gold Rush Trail” we passed through the “Garlic Capital,” “The Longest Town” (It stretches 11 miles along a lake shore) and the “Hand Crafted Log Home Capital of North America.”

We are now nestled along the shore of Lake McLeese in our first ever RV park. We have “shore” power but the water is not on yet—still too cold some nights.  

Now, on to Prince Rupurt and Prince George.