Great Migration: Day 2

Portland-Cache Creek-Dawson Creek

We started the day around 6:00AM. We're quite bright-eyed at this time.

Asher hated the truck. It was loud, and every time the engine revved, she got nervous. Here, though, she's still rather comfortable. The floor was very warm, and she would climb up into my lap to watch out the window for a while before creeping back to the floor to warm her belly. At all times, though, she kept either a foot or her head, if not her body, on one of my feet.

The UHaul began to give us some trouble today, making for a rather nerve-wracking experience as we tried to find somewhere that could service the truck and make the rather terrifying engine service light go away. We had no luck, though, as it was early Sunday in small town Canada. Instead, Scott checked the oil level, found it to be rather low, so we decided to buy oil and keep the oil fresh. This worked, and so we kept going. 

BC is beautiful country, and I kept the camera at the ready. 

This one.

Driving through Chetwynd, there are these amazing chainsaw sculptures. Some of these were simply incredible, and I cannot fathom how they do these intricate works with something as large and crude as a chainsaw.

Evidence of forest fires in the eerie light. The smoke and haze make everything quite apocalyptic.

We made it to Dawson Creek and stayed at the odd Farmington Fairways and RV Park.  While tent camping is possible, this place is clearly more for RVs since there was only one working shower room, and this included the public toilet. I was told that I could use the shower that the employees used, though I did learn later on that other campers were using this, so my weird guilt and discomfort was misplaced. The employees gathered around the fire and running around in golf carts put me in mind of a strange summer camp. We had our dinner of Thai food, read for only a bit, and retired for the night as another early morning loomed only hours ahead of us.