Muddy Roads, Moose Prints, and More Mountains

Trip Start Jun 01, 2009
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Trip End Jun 31, 2009


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Flag of Canada  , British Columbia,
Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Heading south from Francis Lake, we passed the turnoff for Tungston, a 200 kilometre dead end road through the Nahanni Range. Past the turnoff, the road changed from a narrow gravel road to a wide gravel road under construction. The mud from the rains and construction worsened to the point that I was concerned I may get stuck in the middle of the road. Getting out after getting stuck in mud is a gloomy proposition but I was encouraged by the bulldozers and earth moving equipment in the area that would be able to pull us out if necessary. Thankfully, it wasn't necessary.

The Watson Lake Airport displayed an old stationary steam engine which was used during the construction of the airport in 1940. They also had a propeller of a plane that had crashed in the area. After an investigation, it was determined that the crash was caused by contamination in the fuel which clogged the fuel line.

We then headed south on the Stewart Cassiar highway #37 and into another mountainous area. At the Boya Lake Campground I learned that the attendant's name was Nieuw Yaar which is "New Year" in Dutch. She was Norwegian.

Thanks to the many rough roads, the back door (where the spare tire is bolted to it) has started to tear. I decided to risk leaving it and repairing it in Vancouver. Also Rosamund found the jars in the cupboards had been rearranged.

The Cottonwood River yielded no fish but the Tanzilla River was more productive and I caught two arctic grayling and a nice trout.

Farther south, in the Kinaskan Lake Park we took a walk to a lake and followed moose prints in the mud along the way. As we walked, we disturbed a family of grouse who suddenly flew up and startled us. I noticed that the adult grouse flew in one direction and the chicks flew elsewhere, fanning out and finding individual hiding spots.

The road south snaked between the Cassiar, Coast, and Skeena mountain ranges providing spectacular views. As darkness started to fall, I stopped by a parked car on the side of the road with two American girls. They had work done on their car but the mechanic forgot to tighten the wheel nuts. By the time she noticed a problem, one wheel had lost one stud and the other had lost two nuts. All four wheels were loose. I managed to find a wrench to tighten them and they decided to continue on to find a garage. They may have had to drive to Watson Lake, a risky proposition.

We passed "Snowbank Unincorporated" a town with a catchy name, and stopped for the night alongside several other RVs at a road side rest stop.
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