(Muncho Lake is one of the most scenic places on earth. I must go back soon.)
Friday May 30th 2008
Drive to Fort Nelson to Watson Lake
556 miles – estimated 11 hours of driving
When I planned our trip I started with smaller drives and expanded as it went on. Also there was just the problem of distances from point a to point b. And of course the costs associated with taking longer and the time too. In the end, there were some seriously crazy driving days. But on the whole it was do-able.
Nick and I both had our mp3 players and headphones. It was quickly apparent that we weren’t going to agree on what to listen to. Frequently, I just wanted to watch the scenery. I just don’t seem to have the craving for sound all the time that others do. He had loaded his player with tons of old radio programs and seemed to enjoy them.
Considering that we were heading North to Alaska, we put one of Jack London’s short stories on the radio transmitter. It was one about the dog Diablo. It was a bit grotesque and disturbing and that was the end of Jack London stories for the trip.
We stopped at the fabulous Fort Nelson hotel for lunch. This was a very picturesque place with big log construction and interesting diners.
Dinner at the hotel’s dining room was not so grand. The town and hotel seemed a bit run down. Still, a clean room and a bed was all I really needed.
Belvedere Hotel
Box 370, Watson Lake: Yukon Y0A 1C0
Central Reservations Office: (867)536-7712
$119 Reservation via phone May 21
Miscellaneous thing to look up on the internet:
Umbrageous
Crepuscular
Receipts:
Best Western – Fort St. John BC
Safeway (gas) – Fort St. John BC
Fort Nelson Hotel (lunch) – Fort Nelson BC
Esso (gas) – Fort Nelson BC
Belvedere Hotel (dinner) – Watson Lake YT
Wildlife & Birds:
3 Caribou
Black bear - juvenile
Mule deer
Bighorn sheep
Bison
For more photos see: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jsemenza/sets/72157605435409999/
This was our first up close and personal with caribou. They are gorgeous and their movement is very light footed and swift. It looked like dancing up the hill, not running.
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