This morning we said goodbye to TAH and the Yukon just west of Watson Lake and turned south onto the Stewart Cassiar Highway. The northernmost 150 miles of the SCH are quite rough, can’t exceed 50 MPH towing a trailer. I don’t know the origin of the Stewart Cassiar name; regardless, the road would be more appropriately called Bladder Burst Byway. Weather’s been good since we left Skagway except for a thunderstorm last night while camped at Big Creek Provincial Park, YT.
We haven’t seen any large critters recently excepting one skuzzy black bear about an hour out of Skagway. Tomorrow, we’re heading off on a 1 or 2 night side jaunt to Stewart/Hyder, twin towns on the BC/AK border; there’s a place there where, so they say, you can see a mess of griz. To date, our griz count is unacceptably low (One. Count ‘em: one). It’s downright embarrassing, traveling through Canada and Alaska for 6 weeks and seeing one measly griz.
Stewart: will have to research that name since it seems to be everywhere hereabouts. He (She? Unlikely: darn few if any explorers, trappers and scouts were of the female persuasion) was probably a contemporary of Bill Williams, referenced in one of the early posts. I bet Stewart’s middle name is Nancy.
We’ve not seen any caribou in the wild. There were caribou at North Pole, penned up in a sad looking habitat. The LARS at UA Fairbanks had some also, but in a much better environment. Also, we saw a caribou farm where I assume they’re raised for meat and hides – maybe antlers, too.
Our Kinaskan Lake camp site is a fantastic setting, comparable to Muncho Lake. Will send pix in later post; the wifi here is snail paced.
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