Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Long Travel Day With a Lovely Campground to End It, Sweet: The Estate Takes on Alaska

Copyright 2019, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

August 6, 2019

Someone started the generator early and then had the nerve to turn over and go back to sleep. Pfffft. 

The skies are blue and cloudless.  Wahoo.

Pulled out about 9 am (and, yes, I am aware this sky is not blue and it is pretty full of thin clouds, it happens just that fast, a few miles, and blue, then thin clouds, then rain, then?)


Now let me tell you a little story, let's call it, "The Coffee Pot Escapade".

I made my coffee this AM with the aid of the generator.  It was good stuff.  Yummy.  There is a bit of an issue tho, the last couple of times we have used the generator, we smelled gas fumes after we shut it down.  Makes me nervous.  Makes Man nervous.  Boondocking with out the generator will add another level of difficulty, not one that we relish.  Cliff Notes version  - - we decide, hope, maybe, we can pull off boondocking anyway, IF, I have an old fashioned percolator coffee maker.  Every stop we make, for fuel or whatever, if they have a general store (and out here, most stops are one stop everything types, fuel, propane, restaurant, groceries, hardware, whatever and almost anything.)  First stop, nadda.  Second stop, young couple, after a bit of questioning as to where they think I might look, he says, hold on a moment, he disappears into the back and comes out with THIS!!


The glass thingy that you watch for bubbling coffee, is more than half broken, just for the record.  He says, "It will take a bit of clean up."  Well, DUH!!!  In the spirit of  being helpful and neighborly and "in the moment hysterical and wild" I take the pot.  Knowing full well, it will be deposited at the next trash receptacle.  I mean, really??  UGHHHA no!  Ohhh, and it came with some left over wet grounds - - in case I needed something to brew my next cup of jo with, eh??

Immediately after this photo op, this mess was in a trash container on the side of the road.  Just  EWWWW!


Miles of pine trees. Roadway at times crossed back and forth cross rivers or follows rivers. The water views break up the endless miles of trees. 




Nugget City for fuel, turning onto the 37, aka the Cassier Highway, BC South. 

It is hilly, rolly, polly, hilly.  Short steep grades.  These next three photos were taking in less than 60 seconds.  We saw this rig, he went over the hill and disappeared, cept for the very very top, and as he drove up the next hill, and we saw him again.  Note:  in first photo, we are almost to the bottom of our "hill", he is at the top of his.


Thin red arrow points to the rig, or what we could see of it!  Note:  We are going up, he is in a "dip".



And, there he is again. Note:  We are going "down".   That probably did not make any sense. but, it was funny and interesting to watch.


Huge area of fire a few miles into 37.  Quite a few miles.  Started before 700 km. Marker.  Ended about 670 km marker. I think we were driving through this fire area for about 20 minutes.


Pretty countryside.  


Lunch at a pull off.

Then Jade City, where we stopped for a few minutes to look around.  This HUGE saw is cutting Jade, looks like they set it up, start it, and walk away, letting it work away.


Some rain showers, of course. The landscape is looking fall(ish). Some of the yellows are popping and today, I saw a few fall reds as well.


At Dease, we stop for fuel and a few groceries.  And, we found a percolator!  (Which by the way, it is now 7 days later and I have yet to use it.  SIGH)

Gnat Pass Summit. 1241 km. Matched out GPS exactly. That’s a first. 

A different kind of bridge.


Stopped near Iskut, Mountain Shadow RV Park.  Impressive campground, with grass, and it’s for sale, if that interests you.  

My camera card is full again.  1079 photos to download. Guess the first thing l’m doing?  

The Cassier is said to be a narrow road, and it is.  We drive narrow roads at home all the time, and are not particularly bothered by them, but we know them, and they are not this hilly or this curvy.  Toss in some rough spots and a few upseedoodles, and those steep drop offs, with no shoulder, well, you need to be driving with care, and guess what, Man and I are tired. 

We drove 274 hard miles today. 



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