Even though the RV park at Teslin was also a truck stop we all seemed to be lulled into a deep sleep by the sounds of the trucks running all night. We woke to a very chilly morning and something we have discovered about truck campers—it’s often the same temperature inside as it is outside—BRRR.
Off we went, heading to Watson Lake and points beyond if our drivers held up. We saw sign after warning sign, WATCH FOR BUFFALO ON ROADWAY, what??? Well there were buffalo and nothing we read told us if they were transplants or privately owned escapees—John, can you enlighten us???
In Watson Lake we stopped to visit the Sign Post Forest:
At last count in 2013 there were almost 80,000 signs. It all started when a homesick US Army soldier Carl Lindley of Danville, IL. In 1942, while working on the Alaska Highway he erected a sign pointing the way to his hometown. Others followed his lead over the years—you bring your own sign and hang your own sign. The Visitors Center provides the poles. In 1992 Carl Lindley and his wife visited the site, 50 years after his first post was erected.
We spent some time looking for a sign Geri’s Dad had posted many, many years ago without success then it was on down the road. The drive from Watson Lake to Muncho Lake was spectacular—more buffalo and the other truck and camper which have been following us saw a bear cub.
Whirlpool Canyon, a rest stop for us was gorgeous—that is until I decided to take a header! While trying to take a photo for a family I tripped on a rock and fell, whacking my knee on a sharp rock—climbing up into the bed of the truck camper is a little ouchy right now.
We found a spectacular spot to spend the night—it is Labor Day weekend in Canada too and the provincial parks are filling up. Right on the shores of Muncho Lake we set up camp and had our happy hour on the “beach!”
Lots of moose sign in the area but no moose. After dinner we took a great walk and watched a float plane land on the lake—the video I shot was spectacular but my internet connection isn’t YouTube capable right now.
After a very restful night we left beautiful Muncho Lake and landed in Fort Nelson for the night. We called to make sure the RV park (which we would NOT have chosen if not looking for internet connections) had wifi to the sites. “Yes, we do, if it doesn’t rain you should be able to receive the signal at your site.” What the owner failed to tell us until AFTER she had taken Geri’s money was, “it might not work at your site and if it does you can only have it for 15 minutes then you are kicked off, we had to do that because people were watching Netflix---yaaaaaaa.”
So, with that said, this is the last blog I will be posting until I get home unless we stumble upon a visitors center or library with decent internet—we are headed in that direction and should be home in about a week. I am tired of paying $40 per night to stay in crummy, dirty RV parks who advertise they have clean this or clean that—YUCK—or they advertise they have wifi and DON’T. The next time I visit Canada, we WILL have our own internet. If I sound grumpy, it’s because I am! I miss my internet, period! I seem to be able to live without a phone for a while but 2-3 days without internet and I go into withdrawal!