Wow, what an eventful week we have had. We are finally far enough south that we need our headlamps at night! Last time we wrote we were just outside of Prince George, and we had decided to push on with some long days to make the ferry on the 6^th in Bella Coola. We made it! To see a map of where we’ve been, click on the Where are we Now? tab above.  Here is a recap of our journey this week. Because so much happened, I am splitting this into 2 somewhat lopsided posts!

From Prince George, we headed south for two days along the busy Cariboo Highway. It really felt like we were just putting in the miles to get to nicer roads, since this one was full of traffic and through pleasant but uninspiring scenery. We stayed for one night in an RV park with a list of rules that took up most of a page, and another night in the camping portion of the local stampeded grounds.

 

 

 

 

On July 1, we called the ferry to make sure there was going to be room for two walk-ons. They said no! Apparently there was only room for one more, so we reserved that space and got first in line on the waitlist. We decided to gamble, and make a go for the ferry hoping that someone would make a cancellation.

After finishing our ride south along the Cariboo, we turned sharply to ride west for four days. The scenery was to chance dramatically, and the traffic to be greatly reduced. We left the town of Williams Lake the morning on July 2, and quickly descended into ranchland alongside the Fraser River. This mighty river is a major Canadian landmark, and carves a deep canyon through the surrounding land. Deep canyon = steep climb out!

 

We climbed nearly 2000 ft. out of the canyon and emerged onto a high plateau of grassland, cows, and ranches. It was like a completely different world! We rode along the gently undulating plains, and met another pair of Spanish touring cyclists going the other direction. After weeks of cold and rain, it was sunny and hot hot hot. One day it reached 90 degrees!

Our first night out we stayed at Bull Canyon Provincial park, right next to a swiftly flowing river. It was a peaceful spot, and we slept well. The next few days would see us gradually climbing up up up to the coast mountains. The scenery seemed brand new – like we had emerged into the Canadian Wild West. There were cows next to and on the road, and horses too. They all seemed unphased by cars but terrified of cyclists.

The next two days were full of headwinds, and more gentle climbing. By the end of those days we were exhausted from fighting the wind all day. My parents finally returned our bags and went their own way on the fourth of July. It was sad to see them go – we have had so much fun with them, and certainly appreciated the light bicycles and delicious food every night. Thank you!!

 

We got out bags back just when the pavement ended and the climb to the top of Heckman Pass (5000′) began. To be honest, the climb was pretty easy. The road slowly gained elevation over more than 20 miles through uninterrupted forest and a belt of wildflowers along the road. Most notable during our climb was our encounter with Crazy Fox. Crazy Fox was trotting along next to the highway when we first saw him, carrying about 5 dead mice in his mouth. He barked at us as we approached, and seemed to have no fear of us at all. I whistled at him, which at least got him off the road, but he continued to trot forward with us for a few miles. After a hill, we thought we had finally lost him and stopped for a snack. Suddenly, there he was again, approaching Jason and looking for a handout! Jason scared him off, and we quickly moved away again. Crazy Fox! Apparently, he had also approached other travelers who we spoke to down the road.

We finally reached the summit, and after the obligatory photo began riding the swift drop down to sea level. This is called the Freedom Highway, or Freedom Road, because the coast mountains are so forbidding the government refused to build the road for the locals. The locals, however, took matters into their own hands and bulldozed the road themselves. We saw the place where the bulldozers from both sides met. Now, the road is well-maintained but still a challenge. The grades range from 11% to 18% through steep switchbacks. We had to stop multiple times to allow our brakes to cool down, but we made it!

At the bottom we had planned to camp at a Provincial Campground, and we arrived around 9:00 to find it had been closed due to flooding. Yikes! We could have slept anywhere, but this was a pretty active bear area and Daisy freaked out and wanted to stay around other people. So, we pushed on about 10 more miles to the next campground, arriving exhausted just before dark. It didn’t seem like it would rain that night, but rain it did. It started in the night and continued until morning.

 

Next up – the ride into Bella Coola, and taking the 16-hour ferry ride to Vancouver Island.

 

The ride from the bottom of the Cassiar to Prince George has taken us through many small towns, increasing levels of agriculture, and a gradual transition from mountain scenery to plains. We have taken some very easy days, as few as 40 miles one day, and also one long long day of 84 miles! The road has gotten increasingly busy, and the shoulder has varied from excellent to non-existent. Our little bicycle mirrors, attached to our helmets, have been invaluable to us. We always know what is approaching from both behind and ahead, and we always are ready to “bail” if needed. We did so no less than four times today, as large cars came from both ahead and behind with no room for us. Don’t worry, readers, the roads will be better for us as we head south from here, at least for a while.

Since in our last post I forgot to include a shot of the rainbow at the end of the Cassiar, I include it now:

In general, our days have been pleasant; the rain and headwinds now seem to be a distant memory. At first there were some decent hills, even with summit signs! Our favorite was called `Hungry Hill’, and it came with a neat story on local history. In summary, there was a giant grizzly bear in the area in the late 1990s that was feasting on cows. It evaded capture for four years, and when it was finally caught it broke the trap and was shot by panicked deputies. It weighed over 1000 pounds! A few years later in 2004, a relative of this ‘phantom bear’ again began to eat cows. This one was captured more quickly, and also weighed around 1000 pounds. That is a HUGE bear, and it is more than a little terrifying to think of bears that size prowling about!

 

We have seen some fun sights along this road, from huge fields of flowers, to a traffic back-up involving three touring cyclists, a tractor, and passing cars.

 

We have spent nights in a long string of funny RV parks, and one free municipal park in a small town. My parents continue to feed us mountains of vegetables and fresh food every night. One night we stayed at a golf course, and found great amusement watching golfers go by. One group was particularly hilarious, because they were five ‘bros’ in baggy pants and ball caps. Playing golf!

 

 

I have been finishing a long series of books, so it’s been difficult to focus on much in the evenings besides my Kindle. Don’t worry, statisticians out there, my dissertation is still coming along, just… more slowly until I finish this novel. Oh! We also saw the tourist attraction of the world’s largest fly rod. How silly – it is 6 times larger than a normal fishing pole, and of course completely useless. We took the obligatory photos of course.

 

It is interesting to ride into a biggish city – Prince George has about 80,000 inhabitants, so the highways are busy busy, and also the only way in or out of this town. We hadn’t planned on arriving today, but a tailwind and the reduced Sunday traffic convinced us to ride later and arrive a day earlier than planned.  We made it despite the first flat tire of the trip.  Jason got a staple stuck in his tire.  A staple! It was easily fixed.

Originally, we were going to take a rest day here and then head leisurely south and to the coast to catch a ferry to Vancouver Island on the July 11^th. We checked the ferry schedule though, and the service has been reduced greatly. Now our options are July 6 or July 12, and we’ve decided to press on to get ahead of schedule. Inland British Columbia has been a wonderful experience, but we are ready for a new adventure on Vancouver Island. Hopefully conditions are good, and we are able to make it in time to catch the ferry!

Well, we have now ridden all of the Cassiar, and we are well on our way to our next ‘wiggle’ that takes us East, South, and West (in that order).   Finishing the Cassiar is a big deal for us – for so long it has seemed a highway of mystery, mountains, and above all bears.  It took us 8 riding days and was certainly a challenge, despite having lightened loads thanks to our parents.   Here are a few things that made it a challenge:

1.  Headwinds.  We had headwinds for 7 of the 8 days we spent riding.  This affected both speed and morale, because it is quite dispiriting to have to pedal hard while going downhill, just to keep above 8 miles per hour!

2. RAIN.  It rained every day but the first!  The mountains poked out occasionally, but were more often shrouded in low clouds.  At night, thunderstorms often rolled through camp and we got used to packing up a soaked tent.  The damp also prevented us from doing laundry in any serious sort of way.

3. Bears.  Ok, so seeing bears along the side of road is amazing, and thrilling, and scary!  I (Daisy) would get a serious adrenaline jump at the sight of a black spot ahead.  In all, we saw 13 bears on this road.  This includes cubs, mommas, and singletons.  Some we saw very close to us, within ten feet.

Despite of, or perhaps because of these things, we feel very satisfied to have ridden the Cassiar Highway in its entirety.  It’s a big checkmark on our bucket list now.  And, of course, when it wasn’t pouring rain it was lovely!

Let me share a few highlights from our miscellaneous adventures since our last update.

We took a rest day to visit the tiny little towns of Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK.  They are both at the head of a 90 mile fjord in from the Pacific and are surrounded by mountains.  We drove in on a spur road with my parents.  The road went right by Bear Glacier:

  And through a tight, steep canyon along a river:

The most remarkable part of our visit to Stewart was our stroll along the estuary boardwalk with my parents and their German shepherd, Citrus.  It was a lovely, peaceful walk until we met another group of walkers.  They had a small dog running along beneath the boardwalk who barked up at us.  In a moment of confusion, Citrus stepped backward and off the side.  She fell more than six feet!  Luckily, the ground was soft and she miraculously landed without injury.  I am not sure who was more surprised: Citrus, who learned suddenly that she cannot fly, or the small dog who saw a German shepherd fall from the sky.  My dad and I climbed down and managed to lift her back to safety.  We all agree to never take Citrus on another boardwalk!

We stayed a night at a miniature campground on the miniature Bonus Lake.  There were three campsites! The lake held unexpected fun for us too.  I tried to retrieve water for washing, but retreated when some leech-looking creature got too close to my leg.  We kept seeing lots of fish jumping all over the lake, and decided to lure them closer by tossing bits of bread in.  It was so fun to see them swimming up for a little snack!  The party didn’t last long, however, before a powerful thunderstorm blew in and sent us all scurrying for shelter.  Drat!

Our last day on the Cassiar was super super full of adventures.  We saw an ore truck that had driven off the road in the storm.  Workers were busily shoving ore back into giant sacks next to the overturned semi.  Soon after that, we saw a momma bear with three cubs eating dandelions right next to us on the road.  Later that afternoon, we also saw a juvenile bear who seemed interested in approaching us, until I used our bear deterrent: a whistle.  At the first blow, he put his ears back in distaste, and at the second he ran away!  Phew, what a relief.

In the evening, we took a side trip to historic Old Hazelton, crossing a high suspension bridge and viewing first nation totems and artwork.  That night we stayed in a Provincial park campground with world’s tiniest swimming area.  I used it to gather water, and discovered a wealth of tadpoles.  When the inevitable rain came that night in the form of a thunderstorm, we were gifted a beautiful double rainbow over the mountains.  Wow.

Now, we are on the Yellowhead Highway, and suddenly in the land of services, grocery stores, and (gasp!) agriculture.  Today, we even saw cows!  We will head west to Prince George, then south again for a bit.  The highway is busier, but the shoulder is better, so it should still be a pleasant ride.

Last time we updated, we were in Watson Lake: home of the signpost forest. At this point, nearly 80,000 folks have passed through here and left a sign to mark their journey. During our rest day, we joined them and created our own sign!

It was a blast to paint the sign and chat with other groups of people doing the same thing. I may be partial, but I think our sign was the best. We also went to the Northern Lights Center that day to watch shows on black holes and on the northern lights. It was a pretty neat planetarium location, and also surprising to find it so far north.

Finally on Monday we started out on the Cassiar Hwy and into British Columbia. This is the only overland alternative to the Alaska Highway, and is both less populated and more remote. There are very few services, making my parent’s help in hauling supplies and food for us even more appreciated. The scenery is supposedly stunning, but we have had quite a string of storms and rain to limit visibility. So far, we have seen eight black bears, and two foxes.

Our first day on the Cassiar was very nice though, with sun and fluffy clouds. We rode through recently burned areas, and stopped for lunch next to a lake populated by butterflies and dragonflies.

We are much faster on the road when my parents carry our heavy supplies, allowing us more time in camp to relax and have family time. It also helps that we have stayed in some beautiful campgrounds. Somehow, it usually seems to clear in the evenings – even on the days that we spend hours in the rain to get there!

My dad has been fishing sometimes, mostly unsuccessfully, but he did catch a tree once! Jason and I had to climb up and unhook the tree, since it was a catch and release type of situation…

The days run together on a road like this. There was only one town in six days of riding, and the road is narrow with the forest close on either side. The rain and clouds make it difficult to see, but we are constantly scanning and searching for bears ahead. Our first bear was snoozing right next to the road, and our surprised shout of “That’s a bear!” woke it up to stare at us. We have surprised other bears browsing next to the road, invisible in the dense brush. Jason got a good look at a cute little baby bear, and luckily we didn’t see momma. We have bear spray, and carry a whistle to scare them off with sound, but it can still be stressful to know there are bears all around!

There have been a few summit signs on this highway, which is always very exciting for us. Two of these summits were so easy we barely thought we deserved a summit sign!

Mainly, we are happy to be accompanied along this road, and are enjoying the long evenings of family time. Evenings are fun, and include chats, stories, and endless brushing of the dog.

 

Of course, there have been moments when the clouds lifted enough for excellent vistas. I’ll provide some photos of these too!  Even as I write this though, the rain is hitting the tent.  Yes, there is wifi in a provincial park.  Wild! As a side note – it is actually getting dark at night now, which is ironic since it is the first day of summer.

Tomorrow we are taking a side trip to Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK. These twin towns are at the head of the Portland Canal, which stretches 90 miles inland from the ocean. It will be an exciting day to visit the grocery store!