This morning was spent searching for Matt’s car keys, not in the tent, not in the car, he then retraced his steps on the walk we had taken the night before, with the sincere hope they did not fall into the “shitter” as Matt said (otherwise known as the outhouse). Eventually he had to do his morning ‘business’, and that is when he found his keys – ‘they were stuck in his underwear of all places!’ Happy as clams, we jumped for joy, just in time to see a float plane land in the water!
We left Boya Lake Provincial Park at 9:15, mileage 7008.3. On our drive we saw two red foxes, and two more black bears, one munching on berries, another crossing the road appearing to smile at us.
As we passed Dease Lake, the road turned to gravel, we really were in the interior.
We arrived at our destination around 4:30pm, it had been a long drive that day. We were lucky to be able to find a campsite that day, we camped at site #9, on the third level with a beautiful view of the lake, and snow capped mountains. Meziadin Lake Provincial Park is a well maintained campground, there were even hanging baskets of flowers outside of the outhouses. Raspberry bushes everywhere, which of course, meant there was a bear wondering the area, and bear bangers going off every so often. We met a group of bicycle riders, they averaged about 40 miles per day (they were from the United States, thus miles not kilometres).
When we walked around the park, we met people from Germany, and two gentlemen from England who had brought their own vehicle to Canada! I can’t even imagine the cost??
Mileage 6500 km. Having spent our first night in a hotel, after camping for fifteen days, neither Matt nor I slept well. At home we sleep on a waterbed, and when camping we are on an air mattress, which is similar, so sleeping on a actual mattress is quite different. We found the bed far to hard, with both of us tossing and turning, plus I think we missed the fresh air, and the nighttime sounds.
Travelling back down through the Yukon, we chose to stay on highway 1 towards Upper Liard, where we then took highway 37 south, back into British Columbia. Cell service was choppy, then non-existent in the interior. I had told our adult children we would be out of contact for a few days, to stop them from worrying. Middle child is the worry-wort of the three, and we enjoyed listening to the messages she would leave on our phones, always starting with “Parents are you still alive?”
We saw three more bears on this drive, evidence of previous forest fires, and repaving of the road. At times the road was not paved, but just stone, making for a somewhat bumpy ride in some areas. The scenery was beautiful. At times, it was just a road which had been plowed through the middle of a forest.
We arrived at Boya Lake Provincial Park around dinnertime, site #37 with a gorgeous view of the lake. We nestled our tent within the trees, finding it easier to sink the tent pegs in dirt rather force them into stone. Once are tarps and tent were assembled, we decided to go for a walk (with our Bear spray in hand seeing that it was noted, when we entered the park, that a bear was roaming the area).