Reflections on our first country: Canada

We have been on the road now for more than two months, so a moment for summary and reflection is certainly warranted.  Of course, it is particularly apt since we just left Canada for the final time on this trip, bringing to a close our time visiting with our northern neighbors.

DSC09680It seems like forever ago that we first crossed the border on the Top of the World Highway in the cold and snow,  and camping in fear of bears!  Below I summarize some of our challenges, joys, and highlights.

Challenges, particularly in the far north:

Distance between grocery stores. Carrying four days worth of groceries for two very hungry cyclists is always challenging, but it is extra challenging when they all have to fit into two bear-proof containers.  We did it, but we have decided that we are sick of rice and dehydrated beans.

Camping with bears. Ok, so we never really camped with  bears, but they were never far from our minds.  I knew that the probability of a bear attack was very low, and we took all the precautions to minimize it, but I still asked Jason every night before sleep:  ‘Do you think we’re safe from the bears??’  Eventually, I had to start sleeping with ear plugs so I didn’t spend all night being scared of the breeze and squirrels.  In all, we saw around 20 bears during our time in Canada.

Showers.  Actually, the lack of showers.  Towns and services were far apart, and the weather was cold.  Even in towns, showers were expensive ($10 per person in Tok!), so we found that we were perfectly content going without for up to 5 days.  You readers might say ‘Yikes!’, but realize that during most of these stretches we also never took off our long sleeve shirts and down vests, even in the tent, so it’s not like we could smell each other!

Some things we loved.

DSC01125Friendly folks. We actually noticed a big difference in friendliness as soon as we crossed over from Alaska.  In Canada, we knew we were tourists, but were usually greeted as friends.  Folks we met were quick to offer help (remember the road worker who saved our bag of belongings??), and we never felt like we were intruding.  Best of all, we never worried that some hunter would find us camping in the woods and run us off the land with a shotgun.

Scenery. Both the Yukon and British Columbia are beyond words for scenery.  From sweeping vistas of plains, high mountains with glaciers, river valleys, ranches and cowboys, to quiet creeks, small lakes, fishing towns, and the signpost forest.  Both areas are true to their proclaimed slogans.  The Yukon claims to be ‘Larger than Life’, and it is.  British Columbia claims to be ‘The Best Place on Earth’, which is arguable, but it certainly lives up to its other slogan: Super, Natural, British Columbia.

 

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Nanaimo Bars.  This distinctly Canadian dessert is divine.  While in the town of its birth, Nanaimo, we took a trip on the ‘Nanaimo Bar Trail’ and sampled six of them in one evening.  Daisy got sick on the sugar and butter, but Jason was in heaven.  He promises to make me Nanaimo bars for my PhD defense in September.

 

IMG_0970 IMG_0979IMG_0248Yukon Government campgrounds. These campgrounds were invariably cheap ($12), clean, and well-equipped.  They were often in beautiful places next to rivers, lakes, or creeks, and they were free of giant RVs.  What more could we ask?  More often than not, there was firewood provided with the camp fee. Also, the larger-than-life picnic tables were great for spreading out all our stuff.

Canadian Money.  The US should take note!  The bills are beautiful, colorful, and made of plastic to be resilient.  There are no $1 bills, since $1 and $2 coins work better.  Best of all?  No pennies!  They no longer use them, so everyone knows how to round.

Highlights!

Dawson City:  This was our most northerly town for this trip at 64 degrees north.  It was also a clear highlight for both of us.  We loved the historical stories and tours, the friendly folks, and crossing the mighty Yukon river on the tiny ferry.  We stayed two days and three nights here.

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DSC09619Whitehorse: The capital of the Yukon has excellent grocery stores and small-town / big-city feel, but it was a highlight for us because of our wonderful host Alice.  Her cooking, stories, and fantastic welcome made our days here very very special to us.

 

 

Bella Coola Valley and the ferry to Port Hardy:  The descent into the tiny hamlet of Bella Coola was spectacular, easily rivaling our visit to Yosemite a few years back.  The lack of tourism traffic, the abundance of mountains, glaciers, rivers, and salmon combined to make this stretch outstanding.  Combine these things with the petroglyphs, the bizarre ferry experience, and the cycling friends we made, and we easily place these two days in our list of ‘top days’.

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Time with Daisy’s Parents:  Having family travel with us was quite a treat.  We felt like royalty every night when we were welcomed into camp by the squealing German shepherd, and fed a giant dinner with fresh vegetables.  We loved the evening conversations and the easy laughter.

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I could continue, but I suppose this update is long enough already!  USA here we come!

 

We be fishin’

We caught one!  Ok, really, Jason caught one.  He did great!

Jason's big catch: a 14 lb King Salmon. Cap'n Chris approves!

Jason’s big catch: a 14 lb King Salmon. Cap’n Chris approves!

Luckily, Jason’s big fish bit on the first day.  It was lightly hooked on its upper lip, but Jason was a good fisherman and gently reeled her in.  She weighed about 14 pounds, and we ate her for the next three nights in camp!

Chris cuts the fish

Chris cuts the fish. Note the roe – definitely a girl!

Beautiful trees in our campground site

Beautiful trees in our campground site

Tofino is this little tourist town at the very end of the road on West Vancouver Island.  It is on the edge of the Pacific Rim National Park and a magnet for big waves, surfers, trendy young people, and funky old fishermen.  We spent three full days here with Daisy’s dad, giving us time to reorganize our belongings, rest up, and fish fish fish.

We spent three days on the water, hoping to catch a big salmon.  Unfortunately, the fog was dense over the water all day every day, which made things difficult.  Also, I (Daisy) get sick on the boat, which seems to upset everyone but me.  I just see it as a cost of spending time with my dad on the water:  get sick, feed the fish my already-been-chewed breakfast, then feel good and keep fishing!

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Cap’n Chris navigates through the fog

Cat Face Mountain

Cat Face Mountain

Naptime on the boat

Naptime on the boat

Daisy’s big catch was this piece of kelp.

Daisy loves kelp

Daisy loves kelp

Finally, the other notable event during our time in Tofino happened in camp when we weren’t even there!  Some little animal found our not-quite-closed bear canister full of goodies, dragged it across the campsite and into the woods, untwisted the cap, and had itself a buffet.  We suspect a clever raccoon.  It was remarkable to imagine a creature little bigger than a fat housecat, running away with our big jar of food!

Next time we'll lock the top even when there aren't any bears around.

Next time we’ll lock the top even when there aren’t any bears around.

After Tofino, we zipped right through southern Vancouver Island in about a day and a half.  It alternated between horrendous riding on the side of the main highway (speed limit: 75 mph), and incredible side roads through farmland.  We visited the picturesque Victoria, and took a ferry back to the US.  More on all that later though!

Right now, we are in Port Angeles – in Washington State!!  I am home again!  We will write up a nice summary of our time in Canada, and post it later this week.  Now we are hunkering down to get some dissertation written, riding out to the rugged Washington coast, and then visiting family.

The northern part of Vancouver Island

Vancouver island: A surprisingly wealth of natural wonders.

Vancouver island: A surprisingly wealth of natural wonders.

Right now, we are in the trendy, surf-focused town of Tofino, spending a few days soaking up the atmosphere and fishing for salmon with my father.  Last time we wrote we were in the seaside town of Port Hardy, recovering from a long ferry ride.  Since then, we have ridden south through hills and alongside mountains.

We have crossed a surprising number of rivers and streams, swam in lakes, and entered the busy world of Canada’s California.  Vancouver Island is so much more than we ever expected it to be – more than a 300 mile long adventure island, it is a mecca for surfers, fishermen, beachwalkers, retirees.  It has snowcapped mountains and sunny beaches, with raging rivers in between.  In short, we decided this island has it all.  If the apocalypse ever happens, Vancouver Island will be the one place where food and water will always remain plentiful.

More than two dozen First Nation Canoes in Port Hardy.

More than two dozen First Nation Canoes in Port Hardy.

Inside the longhouse during the welcome ceremony.

Inside the longhouse during the welcome ceremony.

A few stories, then, of our last few days.  We were remarkably lucky in Port Hardy to be there at exactly the same time as nearly two dozen first nation groups who are canoeing north to Bella Bella.  We were invited to camp with them for the night, eat dinner, and witness their welcome ceremony in a traditional longhouse.  Needless to say, it was an incredible experience in an incredible location.  We walked the beach to admire their canoes, and saw half a dozen bald eagles.

The next day we started the long road south along the sole paved road.  It was a good road too, with an acceptable shoulder and gentle grades.  We have begun to see other touring cyclists too!  One in particular, Joe, was a blast to chat with.  Great to meet you Joe, and happy riding on your trip North.

 

It is always fun to chat with other touring cyclists.  This one is heading to the far North.

It is always fun to chat with other touring cyclists. This one is heading to the far North.

Gathering washing water at another wild camp.

Gathering washing water at another wild camp.

The weather has been fantastic, sun and pleasant temperatures.  We have shifted our riding times forward – waking up progressively earlier each morning to ride while traffic is calmer.  Surprisingly, we have managed to camp in lovely places for free each night.  Our favorite spot was at Robert’s Lake Picnic Area.  Technically, it is a day-use only area, but we were told by local residents and the visitors center that it would be no problem if a couple of cyclists spent the night there.  It was beautiful. We did laundry and dried it on the fishing dock, spending an afternoon lazing in the sun and dipping in the sparkling clear water.

Relaxing at Robert's Lake

Relaxing at Robert’s Lake

The island has a long logging history.

The island has a long logging history.

After two days riding in the more or less isolated northern part of the island, we were dumped unceremoniously into the bustle of modern towns.  Actually, it was quite nice to find all the services we needed in Campbell River, and to chat with the folks at the visitor’s center.  After refueling and getting food, we headed south along the extremely busy highway next to the sea.  The shoulder was good, and we were comfortable next to the mostly-polite traffic. The views were very good all along the beach, and we reached yet another milestone: the 50th parallel!  about 14 down, now just…  about 105 to go! Hee hee.

Woohoo!  50th parallel!

Woohoo! 50th parallel!

Creekside Camping - Daisy took a full dip here!

Creekside Camping – Daisy took a full dip here!

After Campbell river we tried to find a real campground to stay in, following small ‘camping’ signs to an organic farm that used to be a cyclist campground.  Now, the goats live where the camping used to be, but we were told about a creekside campsite down the road, and given a fresh bag of lettuce, kale and peas.  So lucky for us!

 

Yummy greens at our stealthy campsite.

Yummy greens at our stealthy campsite.

The show: preparing dinner.

The show: preparing dinner in our bug suits.

 

We also came upon a chainsaw carving competition display.  Crazy!

We also came upon a chainsaw carving competition display. Crazy!

Finally, we rode over the “hump’ from the east side of the island to the west.  The road was crazy, insanely busy, and we were scared when the shoulder  briefly vanished.  Despite this, it was a beautiful ride through forest, past a large lake, and through an old-growth grove.  We met the local iron-working crew who insisted on a picture.  What a crew!  Daisy jumped in the lake to cool off.

We are now taking a side trip to fish with Daisy’s dad for a few days.  Believe it or not, we took a bus to Tofino (gasp!!).  We were warned the road was a bit horrendous for cyclists, and since it’s a sidetrip we decided it wouldn’t be cheating.  No busing north or south, but east and west side trips ok!  Sure enough, the view from the bus was terrifying enough.  The road was incredibly narrow, winding, and steep with heavy traffic.  Yikes!

Iron workers of Vancouver Island.

Iron workers of Vancouver Island.

Jason next to the biggest tree in an old growth grove.

Jason next to the biggest tree in an old growth grove.

Daisy on the lake - right before she got all the way in!

Daisy on the lake – right before she got all the way in!

We are now in a beautiful campground living the luxury life and getting out on the water soon.  Next update about our fishing!

 

The Bella Coola Valley and the ferry odyssey

Riding in the stunning valley.

Riding in the stunning valley.

The road from the base of the steep hill to the village of Bella Coola passes through absolutely stunning scenery that we believe rivals even Yosemite. There are sheer cliffs and mountains on either side of a swift river, with hanging glaciers towering above. The forest is lush because of the frequent rain, and there are healthy populations of salmon and bears. We were so in awe of the place that it took us all day to ride less than 40 miles downriver – we had to stop to take picture after picture.

 

 

 

Cabin with a view

Cabin with a view

Cows with a view

Cows with a view

Calling for news about the ferry.

Calling for news about the ferry.

We stopped for lunch at an elementary school, and made a phone call to see if there was room on the ferry for both of us. There was! Celebration!

We also managed to locate a very well-hidden site of ancient petroglyphs. The collection of more than 100 rock-carvings is at the end of a trail that starts at the end of an unmarked dirt road, which in turn starts at the end of a minimally marked side road. Once there, we chanced upon a first nations man giving a tour to a German guy, and we happily joined up. It was a wonderful experience to hear the stories from the carvings, and also to hear songs from their culture. He showed us how the English alphabet has been adapted to write their language down, and even let us read along as he sang the words.

Ancient rock carvings

Ancient rock carvings

DSC00940After leaving the petroglyph site we finally made it into Bella Coola proper. We arrived at 5:45 to learn that the grocery store closed at 5:30. No! It was ok though, because we had only wanted to buy muffins for the morning. We did locate the campground in town, which was a blast. It was just a field behind a motel with a few picnic tables and another pair of hilarious touring cyclists. The ‘showerhouse’ was actually a mostly-abandoned house with a funky bathroom and kitchen that all were free to use. We got set up, showered, chatted with the cyclists who are travelling in southwest British Columbia for a little more than a week, and finally went to sleep prepared for an early start to catch the ferry.

dawn light as we ride to the ferry dock.

dawn light as we ride to the ferry dock.

loading up the little ferry.

loading up the little ferry.

It truly was an early start for us – the alarm went off at 4:30 and we awoke to pouring rain again. It didn’t take too long to pack up our soggy gear, eat a breakfast of oatmeal, and ride to the ferry dock. We were there at 6:00 as they told us to be, just so that we could hurry up and wait for boarding at 7:00. The ferry was small, with room for a maximum of about 13 cars. On this particular trip, however, there was a coach bus full of seniors on a travelling tour. It made for crowded seating on the boat, but hours of entertainment. They loved to talk! We talked about our trip, about Canadian government, about all sorts of things. It was a riot.

Jason on the tiny ferry.

Jason on the tiny ferry.

Tiny, mostly abandoned town.

Tiny, mostly abandoned town.

Rock meets water.

Rock meets water.

The tiny ferry carried us through deep fjords and we stopped in three small ports. At the first stop all the cars and bicycles were required to get off the ferry, turn around, and get back on. At the second stop, the bus and all the bicycles had to get off and on again to make room for an oncoming pick-up, and at the third stop everyone disembarked to change ferries. Holy cow! The second ferry was giant, and fast. It had multiple restaurants, state rooms, a bar, etc. We ate surprisingly good burgers with our new cyclist friends and also a pair of guys that had just completed an eight-day kayak trip.

 

Unboarding and reboarding...

Unboarding and reboarding…

After a nap on board, we finally arrived in Port Hardy at 11:00 pm. It was a 6-mile ride in the darkness from the ferry to our hostel, but we were very visible. As someone who passed us said, ‘it was like a lightshow’. Ha! To our surprise, we were upgraded from hostel bunks to a bed and breakfast in the hostel owners home. We had our own room, a big, soft bed, and a shower. What a treat!

 

Now, we are in the little town of Port Hardy at the northern end of Vancouver island. There seems to be so much to see and do on this long island, and we are looking forward to exploring a bit. We found a place to buy Maple Smoked Salmon, and already devoured half a pound of it. We plan to buy more this afternoon…