Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Day Two: Travelin' the ALCAN

Not too much to report on the second day traveling on the Alaskan Highway.  Dad saw a fox that everyone else missed.  We all saw two deer but....as Steve says, no picture, so it doesn't count. 

Dang, those creatures are camouflaged so well that there isn't much 'power up the camera' time.  And I can assure you, Momma has been practicing for those shots by snapping away at the signs that promise possible sightings up a head.  Internet is pretty poor here so I won't bore you with those sign shots.

We did stop at Sasquatch Crossing for a coffee break and there we discovered what everyone has told us.  Those HUGE cinnamon buns are awesome.  You are fortunate the internet is poor or I'd be sending you one of those mouth drooling pics.

We also stopped at our first self attendee fuel stops.  You go into the end of the building (gives you an overgrown phone booth feeling); put in your card; choose your fuel type; wait for authorization and then run out and pump your fuel.  Upon completion, you go back in and use your card to receive your receipt.   

We are up to 1.289 a liter for diesel fuel.  It has been steadily climbing as we have traveled north.  If I converted it correctly, that's $3.62 in US dollars per gallon.  Still under $4 which is good.  I am really enjoying this conversion from Canadian to US dollars.  The campground charges $45 but....in US dollars that's $33.48.  It puts a smile on Dad's face every time Momma opens the conversion app and gives him the adjusted price. 


We have arrived in Fort Nelson, BC and we are now on Pacific Time.  Now I say, feed me when I'm hungry.  Who cares what the clock says but.....I haven't quite mastered opening the cupboard door and then opening the food canister so I am at M & D's mercy.  And on top of that, they have become pretty good at arranging things so there is nothing edible within reach.  Go figure.  Guess I'll just have to roll over and look faint....or wait an extra hour or two for grub. Pooh!!

When we arrived, Momma decided there would be just enough time left in the afternoon to hit Ye Old Quilt Shop.  Dad said, 'Have at it...I'll pass...take your sister."  Well, as it turns out, the shop was closed on Mondays so everyone wound up with a pass.  When they popped into the Visitor's Center, the gal said she was a quilter and "you should have just knocked on her door.  She would probably have answered.  How long are you here for?  Too bad you won't be around to join us for a 'Wilt'."  Want to take a guess on what a Wilt is?  If you think about it, it makes sense.  You show up at the shop on Friday and you don't depart until late on Saturday....you quilt until you wilt.  And of course gab a bit with the other attendees. And the shop owner provides the food.  The quilt owner had to add on to the building as it has turned out to be such a popular activity. 

Hope the next stop has better wi-fi but from what I have been reading, wi-fi is quite expensive the further north you go so if the campground has decided to provide it, there is usually a limit such as two hours a day.  At least the campgrounds are trying to accommodate their clientele without going broke.

Hickory
.....on the road again

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