Saturday, July 21, 2012
We spent last night in Chetwynd. It is nothing like I remember it from when Jesse and I
stopped here with a flat tire.
Then again, I don’t remember much of anything, or things have changed so
much that they are unrememberable.
There was a wonderful thunderstorm last night. First the thunderheads built up over
the hills, then they moved over the campground and turned pink, orange, purple
and glowing. Finally, there was
lightning – the kind that fills the whole sky.
The towns are getting farther apart now, and the population
is sparser. Along the way we
passed lots of abandoned log buildings:
houses, barns, sheds, outbuildings. It makes me wonder what happened to the people who used to
live in them. Did they move into town? Did everyone in the family die and no
one wanted the property? This road
is full of untold or forgotten stories.
So far, no wildlife, even though the signs promised big-horn
sheep.
The plan for today was to make it to Liard Hot Springs, but
that’s 400+ miles, so we may settle for Summit Lake and explore the hot springs
Sunday if the weather’s not too hot to leave the dogs in the truck. In a stunning reversal of karma, what I
can do is determined by the dogs and their comfort. Not so stunning, really, and I appreciate their company so
much that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe and comfortable.
One more cup of coffee, then time to pack the trailer, load
the dogs, head to Dawson Creek, buy gas before I need it, buy ice because I
need it and see what this day brings.
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