Day 5: May 21, 2006
Nothing special so far. We woke up and left the mildly skeezy hotel. (It had a behavior expectation guide on the board where we went to check in).
We just saw a sign that amused us: "50Km/hr when children on highway." My questions are: why are the children on the highway and do we not need to slow down for adults in the highway or do the adults never go on the highway and if not why do they put the children on the road? Is it some weird right of passage? If it is some weird right of passage– why are we slowing down? Wouldn’t it "test" them better if we were going faster? Or are these folks being kind and slowing us down for our own sakes so we won’t go "GAH! CHILDREN-ON-ROAD!" and drive into a tree? Canada is wack.
At the turnoff from highway 16 W to 37 N to Alaska is a big wooden sign that says "North to Alaska." I hope the picture turns out. It is 724 Km until the end of the Cassiar, which we are on. Tracy’s family wants us off the Cassiar today. Tracy drives sanely. It is not likely we will make it that distance.
We just saw two blackbears. They were young from what we could tell by their small sizes.
Woot! There goes a third, this one is older. It is likely a mama bear and her cubs. The bears are awake and they are hungry.
An otter! Yay! First otter sighting! Woohoo! I love the Cassiar.
Another bit of information you might find interesting. As we have traveled North the seasons have been changing. In Bozeman it is clearly summer. In West Glacier it was spring. In Jasper it was the end of winter, very beginning of spring. Somewhere near Stewart it was just break-up. I knew this would happen but I didn’t really get it until I saw it. I also didn’t realize it would be so blatant.
Bear 4 just popped up. Did you catch that– bear 4. Wow. Am I privileged.
We just got a solid bug wacking the windshield. It was about an inch in diameter and made (after long discussion we decided upon) a light but dull thud or thwup instead of the normal splook. It didn’t even leave the traditional splook mark. It was either one solid little bug or we wacked a hummingbird.
Woot! A holy bridge. It sang for us. How sweet of it.
And there goes a fox. At first I thought, is that a cat? No, a dog? No– a fox. Pale and scraggily and trotting on the side of the highway, but a fox all the same.
We just had fun with an outhouse. It was a cement structure with a metal door. Tracy shut the door and then it wouldn’t open. The door knob did not work. After fiddling with it a bit Tracy realized it was a "totally defunct" doorknob. It wasn’t attached to the door at all thus was not what was keeping the door shut. She put a shoulder to it and smashed it open. I was looking at the doorknob at the time and Tracy did not think to call out a warning. She nearly got me but a combination of my spider-sense and lightning quick reflexes managed to get my head out of the way in time.
I think my arch nemesis Tracy has discovered my secret identity and is trying to take me out so that I cannot thwart her plan for world domination. What do you think? Hmm? Has the vile villain Tracy of the Deviant Stick People got it in for me? You decide next week on "The Adventures of a Silly Girl in Alaska."
Sorry about that I got a little goofy and couldn’t resist.
Now we have arrived in winter. We are almost at Dease Lake. The land here looks like it has yet to wake up and looks like it won’t for a while. It is rather desolate her. Tracy describes it as "Swamp-on-a-mountain." There are Black Spruce everywhere and a little bit of underbrush which has yet to show any sign of life. It is grey and overcast. It is ugly. It creeps me out. I will be glad to be through it.
The highway is now a dirty orange shade. Now we have pretty trees again and I am glad for them.
We just passed a sign for Chucky’s towing. What is it with this place. It seems to be groaning "B-horror flick." I just wanna be gone.
We are in pretty country now. The highway is now green, the asphalt is green. Friccin’ awesome. This place may be weird but some of it is cool.
We just saw a sign that amused us: "50Km/hr when children on highway." My questions are: why are the children on the highway and do we not need to slow down for adults in the highway or do the adults never go on the highway and if not why do they put the children on the road? Is it some weird right of passage? If it is some weird right of passage– why are we slowing down? Wouldn’t it "test" them better if we were going faster? Or are these folks being kind and slowing us down for our own sakes so we won’t go "GAH! CHILDREN-ON-ROAD!" and drive into a tree? Canada is wack.
At the turnoff from highway 16 W to 37 N to Alaska is a big wooden sign that says "North to Alaska." I hope the picture turns out. It is 724 Km until the end of the Cassiar, which we are on. Tracy’s family wants us off the Cassiar today. Tracy drives sanely. It is not likely we will make it that distance.
We just saw two blackbears. They were young from what we could tell by their small sizes.
Woot! There goes a third, this one is older. It is likely a mama bear and her cubs. The bears are awake and they are hungry.
An otter! Yay! First otter sighting! Woohoo! I love the Cassiar.
Another bit of information you might find interesting. As we have traveled North the seasons have been changing. In Bozeman it is clearly summer. In West Glacier it was spring. In Jasper it was the end of winter, very beginning of spring. Somewhere near Stewart it was just break-up. I knew this would happen but I didn’t really get it until I saw it. I also didn’t realize it would be so blatant.
Bear 4 just popped up. Did you catch that– bear 4. Wow. Am I privileged.
We just got a solid bug wacking the windshield. It was about an inch in diameter and made (after long discussion we decided upon) a light but dull thud or thwup instead of the normal splook. It didn’t even leave the traditional splook mark. It was either one solid little bug or we wacked a hummingbird.
Woot! A holy bridge. It sang for us. How sweet of it.
And there goes a fox. At first I thought, is that a cat? No, a dog? No– a fox. Pale and scraggily and trotting on the side of the highway, but a fox all the same.
We just had fun with an outhouse. It was a cement structure with a metal door. Tracy shut the door and then it wouldn’t open. The door knob did not work. After fiddling with it a bit Tracy realized it was a "totally defunct" doorknob. It wasn’t attached to the door at all thus was not what was keeping the door shut. She put a shoulder to it and smashed it open. I was looking at the doorknob at the time and Tracy did not think to call out a warning. She nearly got me but a combination of my spider-sense and lightning quick reflexes managed to get my head out of the way in time.
I think my arch nemesis Tracy has discovered my secret identity and is trying to take me out so that I cannot thwart her plan for world domination. What do you think? Hmm? Has the vile villain Tracy of the Deviant Stick People got it in for me? You decide next week on "The Adventures of a Silly Girl in Alaska."
Sorry about that I got a little goofy and couldn’t resist.
Now we have arrived in winter. We are almost at Dease Lake. The land here looks like it has yet to wake up and looks like it won’t for a while. It is rather desolate her. Tracy describes it as "Swamp-on-a-mountain." There are Black Spruce everywhere and a little bit of underbrush which has yet to show any sign of life. It is grey and overcast. It is ugly. It creeps me out. I will be glad to be through it.
The highway is now a dirty orange shade. Now we have pretty trees again and I am glad for them.
We just passed a sign for Chucky’s towing. What is it with this place. It seems to be groaning "B-horror flick." I just wanna be gone.
We are in pretty country now. The highway is now green, the asphalt is green. Friccin’ awesome. This place may be weird but some of it is cool.
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