After fueling and getting money in Whitehorse, we headed due East to catch Highway 37 South to Prince George. On the way, around 11:30AM, we stopped for brunch at a little RV park at Johnson’s Crossing. The gal that ran the place is an accomplished baker, and a damn good cook too. I’d originally thought we’d be spending the 2nd night here but we had made such good time that it was just too early in the day to stay there the night. But we had a delicious brunch and grabbed a few of her excellent, fresh, local fruit, turnovers. Next trip up I’m going to try to spend the night there. Since Kenny was sharing the driving chores, we felt that driving 12 hours per day wasn’t going to be that tiring. And Kenny was in a hurry to get back to visit his dad before it was too late.
Just a random road shot in Yukon Territory. Approaching Whitehorse.
Outside of Whitehorse heading East.
After a delicious brunch, and a few hours of travel time, we reached the junction of Highway 1 and Highway 37. Stopped at the little corner grocery and gas station for some fuel and noticed a posting on the door that Highway 37 was closed ! Yikes! So I talk to the proprietor and she tells me that they’d had lots of flooding that year and a kilometer long road washout on Highway 37. What about Highway 97?, I asked. Even worse she says. Washout over there but no news from the province when it might be reopened. As far as she knew, it was so bad that the road was just closed, period. So, we basically had to use Highway 37. But on that road at least there was a pilot car that would take cars on a schedule around the road crews. Seeing that we couldn’t get there before the last trip (they closed the road at night), we stopped at a RV park in Dease Lake.
Next morning we head South toward the washout and arrive 15 minutes after the 10:00AM lead car departure. But the flag girl just waved us through and told us we’d catch up to the group in 3-4 kilometers. Sure enough, it didn’t take long to reach the group. The wash out wasn’t as big as the Province people lead you to believe but it was impressive. Maybe a couple of hundred yards wide. There had been a hell of a lot of water pushing massive boulders down a wash that wiped out the road. Must have been scary for the people that were on the road who passed there when or near when it happened. No reports of injuries though.
We pass through Houston, British Columbia.
Back in the wilderness.
A little closer to that saddle mountain you can see in the last shot.
As we headed South, the countryside got dryer and dryer.
It's the last town in Canada! Almost to Washington and the US border.
After crossing the border, there's a few miles alongside a lake.
That picture is looking East and you can see the long shadows so it’s early evening. We got to Oroville just as night fell. I parked the rig, connected up, made dinner, and then walked over to the store to pay. Must have been around 8:45pm when I did that so it was a long day of driving. Only one more day to get to Spokane.