Thursday September 17th
Watson Lake to Fort Nelson, B.C. 518 km
Cumulative distance: 4109 km
Maximum speed: 115 km/h
Moving average: 75 km/h
We go back to Bee Jay’s for breakfast. Most of us overlook
the breakfast special, which is a club house and order oatmeal, which is ironic
because this is probably the first time that 80% of the group ate sensibly at
one sitting (I had ONE pancake and two poached eggs.) Not Constable Bulford of
Watson Lake’s finest. He made the mistake
of ordering the special and quickly realized that he had “bit off more than he
could chew”, if you get my drift, because in short order, his partner was
having some fun at his expense. We were all a little aghast at the magnitude of
the sandwich but of course, we had long since come to realize that in the Yukon
and Alaska, every meal might be your last, so you better pack away all that you
can, and then some. Amazingly, Constable Bulford looked amazingly fit, for a
guy that had joined the 4000 calorie-a-day club. Welcome to the club!
Here, I make my apologies to the stretch of highway between
Watson Lake and Fort Nelson. I had
mistakenly assumed that from Watson Lake, the scenery was again going to take a
back seat but it this stretch of highway was as beautiful AND fun to ride as
pretty much any that we had done on this trip. How awesome to expect nothing
and get everything!
Here are some highlights, which did not make up part of the
ride.
We stopped at Liard Hot Springs, about half way. They are
natural hot springs that have had only a very modest amount of development.
There is a camp ground adjacent to the springs, there is a walk-way and there
are change rooms built of cedar. There are some guard rails around the pools,
which have had a gravel bed added. There is really very little but it is
perfect for a relaxing stop along the way and it is not accompanied by the
usual tourist-type things.
We opt to forego lunch at the diner across the highway and
instead, hold off for a finer meal in the beautiful surroundings at Muncho
Lake. This is tough because we are all quite hungry as it has been about five
or six hours since breakfast and, as I mentioned earlier, people ate somewhat
sensibly this morning and Muncho Lake is a good hour+ further.
And closed, as it turned out, so we went on still further to
Toad River. It was only closed till dinner hour but we couldn’t wait.
At Toad River, it is the typical road-side establishment that
we have come to know and love on this trip.
The food wasn’t quite as unique (i.e. home made) but it was till good
and plentiful. We get chatted up by an old timer sitting at the next table,
Bill and his wife Carolyn. Bill is 82 and lives in Alaska. At his age though, he
was sensible enough to split lunch with his wife, which was evidently very
smart because his half of their sandwich was probably 4,000 calories on its
own. They were on their way home,
driving their big tractor-unit, having unsuccessfully tried to buy three
trailer units at an auction down in the Lower 48.
Our original destination for this day had been the Cinnamon
Bun Centre of the Galactic Quadrant, which just happened to be located at Tesla
River. As it turns out, they have only
five cabins at the Centre of the Galactic Quadrant (which seems to me like a
small number, given the geographic importance of the locale. I had learned a
road crew was there before we left Watson Lake). However, we could not pass a
place like this and not drop in to have a look… and a cinnamon bun.
Well, they were good cinnamon buns and you can see that they
are not insubstantial. However, I feel like I must be in the wrong Quadrant
because there are no raisins OR pecans. Also, there is a hint of clove in them,
which was interesting and different but not what I would want if I was eating a
cinnamon bun every day for the rest of my life. Mind you, this was 5 in the
afternoon and they were warm out of the
oven. That tells you something about their cinnamon bun business. What it doesn’t tell about is their knife business,
as they appear to have quite a few very large ones for sale, along with the
cinnamon buns.
When I told her we wanted five to go, she asked if we wanted
a bag. When the gang realized that they were warm, there was an immediate
decision to NOT wait to have them after we arrive in Fort Nelson but to have
TWO now and three later. Once we were
into them, there was very little left to transport. I think Nan and Stan saved
their hearts for later. We did not need a bag.
Fort Nelson is my old stomping ground. I worked there two
summers in my youth, once during junior high and once during university. Not
surprisingly, I didn’t recognize the place though I did manage to identify my
old hotel where I worked. It was now called the “Historic” Fort Nelson Lodge. I
somehow feel as though I have contributed to that history.
| Constable Bulford, that's quite a sandwich! |
| No, we don't need a bag. |
| Do you need something to cut your cinnamon bun? |
| Dovana and Dima, from Vancouver, getting the full experience. |
| That's Niels, show us how it's done! |
| NOT abandoned, but still operating. |
2 comments:
OMG... or should I say OMDog ... That Blue Heeler looks like Moxy's cousin, but maybe friendlier! Great pics and yes, beautiful scenery. I hadn't thought that part of your trip would have be so picturesque either.
Dan
Don't read this blog without having first eaten your breakfast, lunch or dinner. Just reading it made me hungry.
Pat
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