Category: Traveling the hiways and byways

Dawson City is a place you should see if possible.   We signed up for 6 days at the Bonanza Gold campground.  And that was perfect to see the sights and do some of the adjustments needed for the RV and clean a bit, do laundry, etc.

We had been driving past Dome Road each time we went in to town, so one of the days I made the left to see where it took us.   It was a windy potholed paved road that led to the top of the mountain above the city.

Great views in all directions from up there.   After driving up in the car, it was difficult to imagine the townsfolk climbing all the way up there for a party.   They must have really wanted to attend those parties!

 

 

We tried the Jack London Grill for lunch one day.  If you like your burger mostly carbonized, then this is the place for you.  We won’t go back there again.   We had better luck with dinner at Klondike Kate’s.   The food was pretty good and the service was OK.   I got to try Poutine, a French Canadian staple, from what I read.   It’s french fries with cheese curds and brown gravy.   It’s actually pretty tasty as a side dish.

One evening I surprised Kathy at the last minute to get ready to try Diamond Tooth Gertie’s for a show and maybe some dinner.   The place was a hoot!   But it’s not a place to go have dinner.  It seemed like it was their first day feeding people.   You had to go up to a counter to order from a very limited whiteboard menu.   They asked for your name and told you to come back in 5 minutes.   40 minutes later our burgers were ready and they weren’t half bad.    I had checked back at lest 6 times, so the order taker actually called me out when ours was ready.  No one else’s name had been called the whole time and lots of people kept coming back to the counter wondering where their food was.   Luckily we ordered something odd,  a salmon burger without a bun for Kathy, so our order stuck out against all the others.   They even stopped taking food orders from all the folks in line so they could get caught up.  Boy, did that change the mood fast for the folks waiting to order.   I thought there might be a rebellion about to occur.

 

 

The place is mostly a gambling hall that has 3 Can-Can shows per night.  I heard it was all for charity but wasn’t too convinced the charity there was for someone other than themselves.

Dawson city appears to be a destination for Holland America Cruise tours.   We saw a lot of their buses outside of town and talked to a lot of folks from the ships.   And the ships are all the way back in Skagway.  That is one long bus ride for those folks.  Luckily they got to fly to Fairbanks instead of driving the Top of the World Highway like we ended up doing.   But that’s another story.

 

 

 

That first afternoon there we took a drive into town to get our bearings.   After driving down a few of the dirt streets looking at a lot of the homes and businesses we drove over to the ferry landing to see what that looked like.  When we leave Dawson we must traverse the Yukon River on the free ferry to get to the Top O the world highway toward Alaska.

 

 

 

There were two very long lines, one of cars and small trucks and the other was of RV’s.   We parked near the ferry and i walked over to the guy in the first RV in the line (next to get on) and asked when he had gotten there.   He said 9am.   it was after 4pm when i asked.  Ouch!

The ferry was VERY small.   Probably held 6-8 cars or a few cars and two RV’s.   I watched it load and go to the other side of the river and come back.  On the way back i was not sure the captain would be able to get back to the “ramp” as the river current is really fast there.   He was able to do it, but it looked like a thrilling ride for the folks on there.

When i say “ramp”, there is no ramp.  They pile up a dirt embankment with a large Cat Front loader that looks permanently parked there.   That’s it.  There is no dock whatsoever and from what i can tell on the other side of the river either.

i asked one of the ferry workers what the hours are, and was told it runs 24 hours a day when the river is not frozen which i guess means it runs just a few months a year.   The towns folks say that 40 below zero here is very normal.  That seems unimaginable to me… it never goes below 40 above zero at home.

While we were standing there by the river i saw off in the distance another larger vessel and wondered what it was.   Later that afternoon we saw it was a side paddle wheeler.   i think we should take a ride on that this week.   We also walk over to the visitor center and get some info about the area.   We find out the parks Canada has a guided walking tour a couple times each day.   Now that’s added to our list also.   This could be a fun place!

 

 

 

We left Whitehorse early Thursday morning and filled up with diesel.   I am sure glad I topped off in Ft. Nelson as I would have been shy about 10 gallons to make it all the way to Whitehorse.

We drove north on the Klondike Highway, hoping to get a campsite at the Pelly River Crossing Campground.   It was a day prior to a 4-day holiday weekend for Canada, so we were keeping our fingers crossed we’d find a site there.    There are very few campgrounds on the Klondike Highway, especially when you want to stop halfway to Dawson,  actually just the one.

We arrived at the campground around 2 pm that Thursday afternoon and it was empty, completely empty.  We found an ideal pull-thru site and made our camp facing the Pelly River, which is a fairly wide river moving pretty quickly.    By the evening about 6 more of the sites were occupied.

 

All the campgrounds near Dawson were booked for the Summer Solstice party, we were not able to reserve a spot until Saturday night; so we stayed two nights at the free campground on the river!   There were a lot of trees, so my solar struggled (I struggled) to charge the batteries.  I did have to run the generator a bit that first evening and less the next evening as I was able to gather a bit more sun by moving the solar suitcase quite often to keep it out of the shade.

I think the most amazing thing about Pelly Crossing was how good the cell coverage was.  I had 4 bars of LTE on both the Cricket phones and the Google Fi hotspot.   There had been no service most of the way there and a lot of the way to Dawson City too.

We walked over to the only establishment near the campground.  It was a gas station and small general store.  I think it might have been the post office too.  They had quite a bit of groceries and every type of supplies you could need for such a small place and being so far from anywhere.

The following day we just relaxed and watched the river slide by in silence.   The only thing breaking the silence was an occasional truck that went over the bridge on the Klondike Highway about a quarter mile from our campsite.   Well, I got to relax in between moving the solar suitcase back into the sun, that is.

Saturday morning we were in no hurry to leave as we had reservations for that night in Dawson.    We left around 11 am, way after all the others (maybe 7 campers) had left the campground.

The Klondike Hwy became a lot more rough and potholed right after we crossed the bridge.  There were lots of orange flags marking even rougher pavement the rest of the ride that day, and I spent most of the time scanning ahead for those flags and avoiding all the pot holes in the road, often having to drive on the other side of the road for long stretches to avoid the worst parts.   But, thankfully, there have been no gravel sections since the ride from Watson Lake to Teslin Lake last week.

We arrived in Dawson City, to the Bonanza Gold RV Park, early in the afternoon.   We drove around the area and looked at all the other campgrounds.  This one was much nicer than the rest of them.   The worst looking place was the campground in the middle of Dawson,  no trees and I have never seen RV’s so close together in the dirt lot.   I had thought the Downtown RV park in Watson Lake was pretty tight, but now I know better.  That place was spacious.    Don’t get me wrong, Bonanza is not large by any means, but we have some trees between us and the next RV,  I think our slides are about 10′ apart.   In Watson they were maybe 4′ apart.   But the Dawson sites had maybe a foot between RVs.  We drove by one that I wasn’t sure they could open their door to get out.  Now that is way too close!!

 

 

 

After I installed the rock screen and left Teslin Lake for Whitehorse, we didn’t encounter any more gravel on the roadway.   And just past the highway 8 turnoff, the roadway changed to a very smooth asphalt, something we hadn’t experienced since the Ice Fields Parkway.  That was an incredibly smooth roadway.

Once we checked in at the Hi Country Campground and deployed the coach, I had to unhook the car which required me detaching the rock screen.   With that done, I crawled under the car to figure out what I could do to make that an easier process.  I found a couple of holes that I could mount four inch- long eye bolts to hook the bungee cords to the front of the car to keep tension on the screen while we drove.

We happened to get a site at Hi Country practically next to Larry and Sue that we had met in Teslin Lake.   They had mentioned one of their favorite places to eat in Whitehorse while we were in Teslin Lake, so Kathy and I planned on having dinner there the night we arrived in Whitehorse.  To our surprise, they were also going that night, so we went together.   There was quite a line for Sunday evening after 7 pm, so we put in our names for the one-hour or so wait and the hostess mentioned a lounge a block or so down the street.  We headed there to be out of the cold.  It was a small hotel called the Westmark,  went inside and found four seats at the bar to chat while the wait passed.   After paying the bill, we walked back to the Yukon Rib and Salmon joint and had a really great dinner.   I had the Salmon and Ribs house special and it was delicious.   Afterward we went back to their coach to continue the conversation and libations.  Larry showed us how he had modified his kitchen pantry into a wine rack.  I had modified mine to carry more soup and taller bottles..   I bet if I liked wine, I would have done something similar to Larry and Sue’s pantry mod.  🙂

I was amazed how similar our coaches’ designs were, lots of incremental changes in the 5 years since ours was built,  but it still seemed so similar to my eye.  I think the last thing Kathy said that night as we left was she wants a new bus.  Apparently it’s time to start playing the lotto in earnest.

(I think he dreamed that last statement!)

Prior to dinner I drove into town to find a hardware store to gather the eye-bolts and required washers and nuts to hold them in place.  I also wanted to fill my growler with some Yukon Brewing ale.    If found the parts I needed, and as I pointed the car in the direction of the brewery, I realized I left my growler on the front seat of the RV.   Bummer.  Next time….   I got back and installed the eye bolts and now my rock screen is done!

The next day I had the growler in the car and stopped at the Yukon Brewery only to find out they didn’t have their signature brew on tap.  So I had to chose something similar, but in the end wasn’t anywhere near as good.  On the way back, I stopped at the only open Mexican takeout joint in town.   The Tacos and Burritos were very good.  Hard to imagine here,  thousands of miles from Mexico, someone can reproduce such good Mexican food.

The following day we played full-on tourist.  We visited the the Yukon Paddle Wheeler.   They explained that the predecessor to the one we toured was put in service in 1929 and ran into a rock and sank in 1936.  They had salvaged all but the hull from the previous sunken ship to create the new paddle wheeler in less than a year.   No small feat I would imagine.  Without it running the river, the town was probably dead in the water for any supplies so they had to get it done quickly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After we finished touring the ship, we headed over to the fish ladder.   The longest one in the world we were told.  It was pretty long, mostly made out of wood planks.  And it was leaking pretty good from the bottom just past the small building that housed the windows you can watch the fish thru.  But we never saw any fish as the salmon wouldn’t be up to that part of the river for another month or so.  Currently they were just entering the mouth of the Yukon River some 2,500 miles away in the Bering Sea.

After that we went to lunch at the only other Mexican place,  Sanchez Cantina.  The meal was really good.  If you ever get to Whitehorse YT and you like Mexican food, I highly recommend the Cantina.  That evening we joined Larry and Sue for another meal at the Klondike Rib and Salmon restaurant.  This time I had the Halibut Fish and Chips.  Wow is all I can say about that.  Best fish and chips I have ever had.  The halibut was exceptional!

The next day Larry and Sue were heading west toward Destruction Bay and the following morning we were heading north toward Dawson City and after that the Top O the World highway.    Lucky for us they shared their great itinerary written out in a spread sheet and I was able to use their choices for campgrounds to flesh out my itinerary as the cities were listed on mine, but I had not researched the actual best campgrounds in those cities yet.  I was doing it as needed.   Larry saved me a lot of time fleshing out what are probably the better choices in each of the cities as they had been to most of them already.    They planned their whole trip in advance of leaving.  It probably makes it a lot easier to do that when it’s not your first time there,  but at least now I know where I want to stay.  And if we are lucky, we will be able to get sites at those same campgrounds.   It looks like we will be a couple weeks behind them most of the time, so it looks unlikely we will run into them again on this trip, but you never know when traveling 🙂

That afternoon we headed out to find the suspension walking bridge over Miles Canyon.   It was a really cool place that the Yukon River gets channeled thru a very narrow canyon.   That must have been one thrilling ride in that old steamboat.

The bridge itself looked really sturdily built, but once you walked on it, that thought disappeared from your mind as it bounced and swayed around you.

That was a really beautiful afternoon.   Afterward we drove around and checked out easy in and out fueling stations for the RV to use Thursday morning on the way north toward Dawson City!

We took off in the early morning from Muncho Lake to head for Watson Lake.   It was a very bumpy ride again.  The gravel sections are very long now and extremely dusty with my favorite washboard surface.   These guys really need to figure out why most highways are made from asphalt.   I know it must cost a lot more than dirt and gravel do, but it’s got to be way less labor and it would yield a nice, smooth driving surface immediately.

We arrived in Watson Lake around 1 pm and got a spot at the Downtown RV park, a basic gravel lot with water and 30 amp service, very closely spaced.  I think someone mentioned it looked like an RV sales lot in the webcam.

I am starting to understand that WiFi in campgrounds, even if advertised, isn’t useful at all, except for maybe a pop mailer.  Using web mail would be an exercise in futility.   And up here in the wilds, they use systems that give you 1/2 hour of internet (and they barely work, if at all).   Something I gleaned last night from folks we went to dinner with is all the Canadian Visitor Centers have free WiFi and they considered it fast.   I will have to check that out when I run out of high speed data again.  Thankfully my monthly allotment refreshed the morning we left Watson Lake.

Now on to the better stuff.   Watson Lake is known for the Sign Forest.   Prior to being here and walking thru it, I thought it would be some kitchy tourist place, but was in awe when I got there.   Pictures don’t really show the scope of it.  It’s really large and the visitor guide says there are 76,000 signs in it.  I believe it.   It is, for lack of a better term, overwhelming.    I never thought I wanted to put up a sign, but while we are traveling, we will be looking for the right material to make one.  It turns out that our route home from Alaska is the Cassiar Highway, and its junction with the Alcan is 14 km from Watson Lake.

BTW,  if you make a sign, it needs to have at least the town you are from and the mileage to it from Watson Lake.   Also, you MUST bring a tall ladder as all the open spots on the poles to hang them are at least 10 feet off the ground.   Screws will probably hold better than nails.  If you make it from wood, cover it with paint and polyurethane to make it last.   The older wooden ones that are just bare wood are getting difficult to read.

We stayed in Watson Lake for one night.   There is not much else to see there.  Watson Lake itself was not easy to get to.  Seems everything around it was privately owned so we never got to see the actual lake.  There are two other lakes closer to town called Wye Lake #1 and #2.  They weren’t much to look at.

As you drive thru Canada, you will notice the pretty yellow flowers along the roadside in most areas.   What you might not notice unless you stop and look is they are dandelions.   Very long-stemmed ones,  not like what grows in my backyard.  I am starting to wonder if they are the state\national flower.  It sort of looks like they were planted there.   They remind me of the poppies alongside the mountain roads in San Diego.

The following morning we drove off to reach our next stopping point,  Teslin Lake.   The road was even rougher and dustier than the drive to Watson Lake.   We camped at the Yukon Restaurant and Motel.   The RV sites are right on the lake behind the buildings and just next to that very long metal-grate bridge you can see in the pictures.  The only real noise there were the vehicles going over the metal grates on the long bridge.  Kathy likened it to the sound of a swarm of bees.  That was exactly what it sounded like to me too! 

We met some great folks at that campground and Dusty met his new best friend named Camper.  She was rarely on leash and she scampered over to see Dusty whenever he was out and about.  We had done a few single night stops, so we decided to stay here for two nights.  Glad we did as that gave me time to finish my rock screen.   Unfortunately I seem to have left a crucial part on my desk at home, so I had to purchase a few Christmas-colored bungee cords at the general store in Teslin.   I should be able to cut those bungees so I can use their hook ends on my bulk bungee cord so the whole screen is black.

We drove off with the new screen in place and after about 50 miles took this picture while parked in a turnout to see if it had self-destructed or blown off.  Looked good.  Now to go find that gravel and give it a real test.

 

 

We got up early Wednesday morning so we might have a chance at getting a lakefront spot in Muncho Lake’s MacDonald Campground.  It’s a first-come, first-served provincial park on the lake and it will be another night of boondocking. We ate a quick breakfast and packed up the coach for travel. Then we headed over to the fueling station I had scoped out the day prior to top off the tank for the way back yonder stretch of the trip.
That done and the car attached, we set out for Muncho Lake. The first hour was just beautiful scenery and a few cars and other RV’s, but after that we started climbing back into the mountains. The Northern Rockies is what the map called them.
The road got very narrow and bumpy. A lot of dodging small potholes was on the menu for the day. Then we came up on “loose gravel” signs, and right after, the loose gravel. We slowed down to below 30 mph in an attempt to kick up fewer of those rocks, but a truck came barreling down the other way and sprayed us with them. Three direct hits on the windshield. Luckily no cracks so far, but that experience suggested that pulling way over to the right when they were coming was not going to help, as I had done that.

A little further up the “gravel” road I saw 6 fast-moving trucks coming down the grade about a 1/2 mile away. Then I spotted a few-hundred meter stretch of the road without gravel and stopped the RV on that to let them barrel on past. That worked! Not a rock hit the RV. Luckily for me there was no one behind me so stopping in the middle of the highway was ok this time.
Once they went by, we proceeded and in less than a mile we saw the line of trucks, cars and RV’s just getting started behind a pilot car to lead us thru the ongoing construction. That was a dusty few miles! But the crazy part was what it appeared they were paving the highway with. It literally looked like brown dirt with gravel mixed in. And they were laying it directly on the old asphalt, no liquid asphalt was sprayed on first to “glue” it to the roadway.

It took a good hour to get thru this construction zone and then back up to the 80 Kph speeds again. Lots more windy, bumpy mountain road to go! As we approached Muncho Lake, we came across a dozen or so Stone Sheep on the sides and in the middle of the roadway. After a bit, they let us pass and we arrived at the MacDonald Campground and turned down its dirt roadway. Since we had got on the road early that morning, we found there were many open campsites. We chose one and I pulled straight in so we could look out the windshield at the lake. It’s too bad there is absolutely no connectivity here so the windshield camera is not online for this as it’s gorgeous!  It is a beautiful and level lakefront spot with a big picnic table. This is a little bit O heaven. Really quiet and peaceful place. And only 14 other campsites here and a boat launch. We saw a couple kayakers and a few small fishing boats on the pretty, light blue lake with all the tall mountains ringing it.
I wanted to clean off the bugs and maybe wash off some of the dust, so I went in search of a water spigot to see if I could get away with not using the water we brought with us and I found an old hand crank well pump. It worked, and it was a workout to get a pail of water out of it. I pumped 3 more bucketfuls that evening and vowed to bring my WD40 with me if I needed to go back again. I didn’t have any grease, which is what it needed, but I figure the WD would work for a few days…
I am writing this the morning we are leaving for Watson Lake in a text editor as we have no cell or internet service here and will paste it into a post when we get somewhere with service.   Waking up this morning with the beautiful lake out the windshield was an awe-inspiring moment.

During our walks last night, I saw what must have been the original design of a speed bump. I had never really thought where the idea came from, but this one was a round log set into the roadway. I’m guessing someone thought of this when cars were first introduced to slow them down a bit. I guess it would have had the same effect on wagons too. I remember reading about the Civil War and corderoying the roadway with logs to pull the cannons thru muddy roads. That must have been some ride if you were in a wagon.

Anyway, we are pushing on to Watson Lake this morning and plan on walking thru the Signpost Forest. I am assuming there is a lake there but have not seen anything written about that. I am guessing we will be staying in what will look like a gravel parking lot there. The opposite of today’s campsite.

We got out of the campground before 9 am to fill the fuel tank with  $109.9 per liter diesel, which translates to about $3.15 US.  I believe the cheapest fuel we found in the States on the way was $3.12, so Costco Canada has its act together.

We stopped and took a few pics in Dawson Creek, as we didn’t have anything listed to see there, so we got on the ALCAN and headed toward Alaska!   We thought we would stay at Charlie Lake Provincial Park just north of Fort St. John,  if there was availability when we arrived.  There was,  so that evening we enjoyed a very wooded British Columbia Provincial park.   There were no hookups in the campground.  We did see a few strategically placed water spigots on the park road so you would be able to fill your tanks if needed, and there was a dump-station there too.

 

 

It was a no-hookup site and heavily forested so the solar wasn’t going to do much for us.   It was going to be a live off the batteries and charge them as we drove the next morning to Fort Nelson, about a 220-mile drive.

I had a little time after the rain stopped to get my rock guard front bar mounted on the receiver on the back of the coach that evening.

We shoved off the next morning with the hopes of staying in Fort Nelson that night.   The road was real smooth, similar to all the other roads we had been on in Canada till we hit Kilometer Marker (KM) 170.   After that the road jostled us the rest of the way to Fort Nelson.   Also, not long after KM 170, we saw a bear run across the road way in front of us.  The next couple hundred miles had us see 4 more bears alongside the road.  Other than that there wasn’t anything else to see except the scenery.   We made it into Fort Nelson a little after 1 pm.  Turns out we were back in Pacific Time when we entered BC, so it was earlier than expected.

I had called Triple G Hideaway Campground from Charlie Lake that morning and they said they would fit us in, no problem.   When we arrived, the place was almost empty.  By 9 pm it was almost full.  Nice little park right on the Alcan.  Luckily we were placed 3 rows from the rear and couldn’t hear any road noise that night.   When we walked over to the town’s small museum, the front rows of sites had plenty of road noise.  But I bet traffic isn’t probably much of an issue once it gets dark.   Sunrise it 4:01 am and sunset is 10:20, over 18 hours of sunlight.  Less than 6 hours of night time here.

We stayed at the 3 G for a couple of nights.  Finding these campgrounds with good WiFi in what is essentially the wilderness is pretty nice.  Living on 256 Kbps is more like dial-up than you think.  Even though the fastest dial-up I remember was 56 Kbps, the websites you looked at had a minuscule amount of graphics back then and practically no one had a digital camera .  If they did, the photos were 100 kilobytes,  not 4 megabytes each.   And no one pulled down 1 Gigabyte video files so their significant other could watch her soap opera.

I checked out the 4 local fuel stations to determine the easiest egress to top off before we really get into the back yonder and fuel gets close to double the cost till you get to Whitehorse in the Yukon.   We might be able to make it to Whitehorse with the fuel we have but that would be cutting it really close on range.  And I heard from a local that used to truck fuel to Whitehorse, there are 7 large grades between here and Whitehorse and about 600 miles of road to get there.

Yesterday afternoon we walked over to the Fort Nelson Heritage Museum.   Quite a bit of stuff to look at, from old cars and machinery to huge generators that used to power the town.   It was quite a collection, even old communication equipment.  I really like what appeared to be a telephone test rig that looked like a piece of furniture.   I think it was $7 C.  It was a blast from the past!   Glad we walked over there.  If you are ever in Fort Nelson looking for something to do,  you could spend hours looking at things.

 

 

 

Driving from Grande Cache to Grande Prairie was an easy drive.  We passed lots of oil drilling or fracking sites, I mean a lot of them.   And all the traffic on the road seemed to be trucks servicing all the sites.   It again rained most of the day; and when we pulled into the Grande Prairie Rotary Campground, it was still raining.  We got checked in and drove to our site, which was a pull-in and fronted on the Bear River.   We had lots of trees covering most of the view, as you could see out the windshield’s webcam; but it was fairly level and the utilities were on the correct side for pulling in forward into the site.

We got all set up and I headed out for a growler fill at Grain Bin Brewery and then over to Costco to check out the access for diesel when we leave.  $109.9 per liter is the lowest I see anywhere in Canada today.   Works out to roughly $3.20 US per gallon.   Anyway, I filled up the toad while reconnoitering.

I noticed an Elks Lodge on the map and I was wondering about that as I thought they were only in the US.   More on that later.

A few days back we had our propane leak detector go on the fritz, so I had to disconnect it.  While here in GP, I scoped out an RV parts place called McGregors.  They actually had the exact one I needed and of course it was exactly double the cost for the same model online.  As we are traveling, buying it online would be problematic due to not having exact set plans for where we planned to be.   I picked up the expensive detector and hooked it up this morning.   The light is green, supposed to mean it’s not detecting any leaking propane.   Propane smell is pretty distinctive, so I am not sure why I really need one.

While we are on the road, we are always looking for good Mexican food, and to find one of the better taco shops we’ve tasted here in GP was nothing short of amazing.   El Norteno was the bomb!  And so was its sister taco stand, El Sureno’s.   They made their own corn tortillas right in front of you and added great ingredients.     Both places were located in food courts, one in a sports complex / leisure center and the other inside the Farmers Market.   Very different locations, but well worth the visit if you love great tacos!   We think we are experts due to living 20 miles north of Tijuana.

I made a Costco supply run on Friday and a Safeway supply run on Saturday afternoon.  We are now stocked up for hitting the actual Alaska-Canada Highway tomorrow.   We assume big grocery stores may be few and far between for the next few weeks.

After stowing all the supplies, I decided to head over to the Elks Lodge to see what was happening there.   We have stayed at a few lodges on our trek, so I was curious about there being one in Canada.   Turns out it’s not part of the American organization and there isn’t a social club inside.   So afterward I went on the hunt for a place to go to dinner.

We found The Keg Steakhouse, which was outstanding.  I didn’t know it was a chain when we arrived, but the hostess told us a little about the place.   We ordered their specialty, the prime rib, which was pretty good.   To our surprise, prior to the entree, the manager stopped by and delivered a complimentary shrimp cocktail.   It had the largest shrimp I’d seen since visiting Sydney back in the 1980’s.  She told us that since we were first-timers, we received the shrimp compliments of the Keg.   The meal was excellent.  We will be back… Too bad there isn’t one in California.

We are all filled up with water, will dump the tanks in the morning and head on over to Costco to fill up with diesel fuel.   We last filled in Shelby, Montana, prior to hitting the Canadian Border.

We left Jasper around 10 am for a leisurely drive to the Municipal Campground in Grande Cache.   Highway 16 east was a pretty nice ride, driving alongside a river most of the way to our turnoff on Highway 40 north.

After the turn onto 40, the drive was no longer leisurely as I was dodging potholes for the first 10 miles.  After that the road got a lot better until the construction areas began.   I think they are in the process of widening that road and it appears the first thing they do is clear-cut the trees and bring in logging trucks to haul them away.

I noticed something odd whilst driving that road.  For many miles there was what looked like orange Inter-duct lying on the ground close to the edge of the trees.   Inter-duct is what fiber is normally run thru.   I am pretty sure that is what was inside it because every mile or so there was a utility box it connected to.   This went on for maybe 50-70 miles.   I guess they are running fiber to the towns along that highway.  The odd part is I have never seen it just laid on the ground.  Back home it’s usually buried.  I guess they were just in a hurry and later they will get around to burying it.

There were a bunch of construction zones along the way, and they slow you down to 50 kph, which is about 30 mph, a very slow speed, especially when there is no construction in sight for miles before and after the workers.   One of the work zones was very interesting.   They were piling dirt/gravel down the middle of this two-lane highway and ahead about a half mile away was a line of dump trucks in the right lane waiting to drop more.  I assumed I was to wait for the cars in the southbound lane to clear and then take that side of the road, but I was waved to go and take the right lane.  It was a mud bath for the RV and especially for Kathy’s car being pulled behind.

It wasn’t far from the mud bath till we arrived in Grande Cache.  Nice small town surrounded by mountains.   We located the campground and backed into our site, but the only way I could level the coach was with the front tires about a foot off the ground.   We moved over a couple spots to a much more level spot and notified the office.

One thing that pisses me off is a place that advertises they have WiFi only to get there and it doesn’t work at the campsites.   This place wrote on the paperwork that it only works in sites near the office… And there weren’t any chairs in the office if someone did need to use it there.  We survived with our 25 KB hotspot.  (We ran out of high-speed data in Canada about the 3rd day after crossing the border. )  Can’t wait till we can get to Alaska where our unlimited hotspots will work again!

Here is Dusty sleeping during our drive to Grande Cache