Day 41 - Saturday, May 11 - Milepost 3705 - Birdcount 200 - Dawson Creek, British Columbia
(BF's Journal). We leave
early for a full day of traveling northwest through Alberta and just beyond the border
into British Columbia. We are still in a populated area, mostly farms, but the towns are
more separated. Rolling fields punctuated by poplar, birch and spruce edges are the
dominate vistage, similar to central Wisconsin sans lakes. The barren ground has been
cultivated but not yet seeded. Each small town has an identical layout: towering grain
elevators on the south, adjacent to east/west directed railroad tracks, adjacent to the
highway we travel, bordered by storefronts and gas stations and small houses and mobile
homes lying to the north.
(SF's Journal). 7 AM and we
are already on the road with the sun brightly smiling on the pavement ahead of us. We make
tracks north through rather rolling landscape. I drive for a couple of hours with only the
trees and an occasional car or truck coming the other direction to keep me company. I pass
through Crooked Creek with a population of 10 and 2 Mule Deer and 50
cows. The 70 miles from Whitecourt to Fox Creek is called Moose Alley. Apparently so many
moose are hit on that stretch of pavement that the highway department put up life-size
moose every 20 miles or so with warning signs to watch for the critters. I do not see any
moose but do see a coyote. We pull into Dawson Creek at 3 PM and pay our respects to the
local information center and museum. It seems everyone coming into this town does that
same thing since the Mile Zero sign for the start of the Alaska Highway
sits on the corner and of course pictures, snapshots and videos must be taken at this
historical sight. "Where are you headed?" "Where are you from? is the
standard greeting of the people as they step out of their RVs. After we too take
pictures we stop for the evening at Tubys RV Park. The couple we met in Calgary pull
in shortly behind us. We unhook and the car will not start again. While Bert washes R
TENT, the camp host looks at the battery and says it needs water so I proceed to add some
to each cell. By the time I am done I have added almost a pitcher of water. After that I
drive to our spot for the night and now the car is making a squeaking sound, not at idle
but whenever going forward or reverse - something else to worry about.