Houston, BC to Clinton, BC

For the first time, we zone out and just go.

There is no question, British Columbia is absolutely gorgeous, but today it seems especially inhabited and rather refined. There are stop lights, lots of pavement, and frequent towns. There are many trees, and lush greenery but with a busy highway running through it. Something’s different.

Twenty-four hours ago we were standing above Salmon Glacier. Today we are a world away. As we travel down the map, Alaska and the Yukon are diminishing.

The scenery has become farms and ranches, the animals are horses and cows and the familiar deer are back. Our lunch stop is at lakeside, but the sounds of traffic intrude. We pass 50+ bikers decked out in leathers, strung out for a mile.

And, it’s dark at night. Most peculiar.

At Prince George we intersect with the Yellowhead Highway. We could turn north yet again and start all over.

Responsibility beckons.

We do see a moose ‘dancing’ on the blacktop. “Should I go this way? Should I go that way?” He’s big enough to stop traffic while he makes up his mind.

Wildlife count: 5 deer, 1 moose

Airstreams: 3

Miles: 437

Gratitudes: PKB: one last moose JMB: burgers on the grill

Gin Score: J: 2950 P: 3130