Yukon Bound! – Getting Nowhere on the Long Road North (8-8-19 to 8-10-19)

Days 4-6 of Lupe’s 2019 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

8-8-19, dawn, Yellowhead Hwy No. 16 W of Jasper – Uh-oh.  Warning!  Dingo triggering event ahead!  Not another soul on the road yet, but SPHP had to brake.  One of those portable temporary stoplights for road construction had just turned red.  Lupe stared in disbelief, her eyes growing big as saucers as she began to realize what she was coming to.  Her hackles rose.  SPHP completely shut the windows on her side of the G6.  Here it comes!

The G6 exploded with noise, as Looper sprang into action.  A full-fledged 5 alarm, frothing at the mouth, barking frenzy was underway!  The American Dingo bounded up and down, back and forth, whacking her head against the windshield, nose smearing against the side window, decibel level as high and shrill as she could possibly maintain it.

Egads!  Turn green for pity sake!  The stoplight remained a stubborn cherry red.  15 feet outside Lupe’s window a magnificent bull elk looked up momentarily.  What was all that racket?  Whatever it was all about, the elk decided it didn’t concern him, and went back to casually munching whatever it was he was munching.

A mile later, sides still heaving, Lupe gasped.

What is the matter with you, SPHP?  It takes a thermonuclear device to get your attention!  An enormous giant deer was frozen in place right there outside the G6!  Easy pickings!  We could have been feasting on fresh, warm, bloody venison right now!  Don’t tell me you didn’t see it!

Oh, I saw it alright, beyond a brown and white blur!  How could I not see it with you about to bust a gut for 10 solid minutes?  I thought that light would never turn green.  We are in a Canadian National Park, Loop.  I’m reasonably certain park officials would frown upon us devouring a freshly killed elk right next to the highway.  Besides, what makes you think it would be that easy?  That giant deer must have outweighed you 50 to 1!

You would have helped me, wouldn’t you, SPHP?

Of course.  I could use a few years free room and board courtesy of the Canadian government.  Shudder to think what might become of you, though, Loop.

Tangle Ridge had been a grand success yesterday, but over 3,800 feet of elevation gain had taken a toll.  The giant deer frenzy must have sucked up whatever energy the Carolina Dog had recovered overnight.  Yukon bound, the day turned into a relaxing road trip.  Serenity returned as Loopster took to snoozing on her pink blankie.

That didn’t mean there couldn’t be a few stops at favorite places.  Still needed to stretch now and then to keep the blood circulating.

Overlander Falls, Mount Robson Provincial Park, British Columbia.
Rearguard Falls, Rearguard Falls Provincial Park, British Columbia
Rearguard Falls on the Fraser River.
Exploring near the Goat River rest stop.

The whole day got spent cruising NW on Yellowhead Hwy No. 16, all of it in British Columbia after crossing the border from Alberta early on.  Shortly before reaching Fort Fraser, a tall plume of black smoke came into view on Lupe’s side of the highway.  Traffic was backed up ahead.

Turned out to be a badly burnt out vehicle.  Spontaneous combustion?  Didn’t seem to be the result of a collision.  By the time Lupe went by, the fire department had already put out the fire.

Sure hope the ole’ G6 doesn’t get any ideas, SPHP!

Yeah, that’ll be us someday, Looper.  We’re bailing, though, at the first sign of trouble.  If you ever sniff smoke, let me know right away.

Like that would help!  I’m not expecting any rapid response miracles out of you, SPHP, after that giant deer episode.

Well, warn me anyway.  I’m likely to be more excitable, if the G6 threatens to burst into flames.

At the Dry Williams Lake rest stop. A year ago forest fires had rained ash on the G6 here.

By late afternoon, Lupe was at Steelhead Park in Houston.  Small, but exquisitely maintained.  Sniffing the fragrant blossoms of all the colorful flowers was pure delight!  Looper paid homage to the Dingo god, too.

Steelhead Park in Houston is always such a lovely break!
By the Steelhead fountain.
So why doesn’t our yard look like this, SPHP? … Something to do with a brown thumb, Loop!
The air sniffs so good here!
Paying respects to the Dingo god.

8-8-19, 5:45 PM, Smithers, British Columbia – The long drive was over for now.  Lupe reached Smithers near the Babine Mountains with sufficient daylight remaining to explore the town.  She visited the Bulkley River, then took a stroll down Main Street looking for the Sausage Factory.  A year ago she had met the former owners, Fred and Teresa Reitsma, at Five Finger Rapids on the Yukon River.  They’d been on their way to Dawson City.

Fred and Teresa had invited Lupe to drop by the Sausage Factory, if she ever got to Smithers again.  Now she was here, but too late!  The Sausage Factory was closed for the day.  Too bad.  It looked like a ritzy place!  The product line was of considerable interest to a famished American Dingo, too.  Maybe Loop could return tomorrow?

By the Bulkley River in Smithers, British Columbia.
Outside the Sausage Factory, 1107 Main Street in Smithers, British Columbia.
We’ll go in tomorrow, right, SPHP? … With any luck, Looper!

Hudson Bay Mountain (8,494 ft.) was on the agenda tomorrow, a super prominent (5,000 ft.+) peak W of Smithers.  Lupe wouldn’t be able to get to the true summit, which was a technical climb.  The S summit wasn’t much lower, though, and was supposed to be accessible by a route that continued higher from Crater Lake.

By sunset, Lupe was at the Crater Lake trailhead, high on Hudson Bay Mountain’s S flank.  A gorgeous evening!  Things were looking good!

Hudson Bay Mountain (L) from Astlais Mountain exactly one year earlier on 8-8-18.

8-9-19, 6:58 AM, Hudson Bay Mountain, near the Crater Lake trailhead – The Carolina Dog sniffed aimlessly around the G6.  Fog and mist.  Hardly an inspiring start to the day.  It was what it was.  Reality rules.  No point in this.  Oh, well.

Down in Smithers a short while later, it was just an overcast day.  Only the upper half of Hudson Bay Mountain was shrouded in clouds, but that was the half Lupe had hoped to visit.  Some sort of front must have moved in overnight, nothing too dramatic, but enough to be a spoiler.  Kind of a shame.  Hudson Bay Mountain wasn’t the only candidate on Lupe’s list in this region.

However, didn’t seem to be much sense in waiting around.  The Yukon was still a long way.  Somewhere skies were blue!  Without even waiting for the Sausage Factory to open, Lupe was on her way again.

20 minutes W of Smithers, SPHP drove into rain.  20 minutes W of Seeley Lake, the long drive on Yellowhead Hwy No. 16 finally came to an end.  Lupe was on her way N on Cassiar Hwy No. 37!  The Alaska Highway in Yukon Territory was now only 724 km (450 miles) away.  The rain stopped 40 km later.  At 60 km, a patch of blue sky was seen ahead.

The weather improved as the G6 sped N.  The scenery was gorgeous!  Big lakes, mountains, and rivers, but Lupe seldom got a break from being cooped up.  This was really wild territory, with hardly a trail anywhere as far as SPHP knew.  Daunting.  The only significant stop Lupe made was at the Stikine River, a favorite spot known to harbor squirrels in the forest near the riverbank.

Lunch break at the Bell 1 rest stop 117 km N of Meziadin Junction.
At the Stikine River, looking upstream toward the Cassiar Hwy bridge.
Looking downstream. The Grand Canyon of the Stikine starts not far from here.

8-9-19, 7:15 PM, Beaver Dam rest stop along Cassiar Hwy No. 37 – Only 75 km left to the Alaska Highway, but enough was enough.  After a bite to eat, having spent practically the entire day on the road, Lupe finally got to do some exploring.  N of the rest stop a dirt road curved slowly NW into the forest.  Maybe it would lead to the beaver dam?  None was in sight at the rest stop.

A gentle 0.33 mile uphill stroll led to a bit of a drop into a little valley.  No beaver dam.  So far, SPHP had found only mosquitoes.  Lupe was doing better.  A couple of squirrels had come to her attention, and now to her enormous satisfaction, she came across a succession of mud puddles covering the entire road.  The American Dingo plopped herself right down in each one, clearly enjoying lapping up murky mineral water, and that oh, so wild and natural feeling one gets from being absolutely filthy.

Upon getting back to the Cassiar Hwy, SPHP picked as much trash out of the ditches as could be carried back to the rest stop for proper disposal.

We’re doing something wrong, Loop, when a load of trash, and a dingy Dingo are the highlight of the day!

8-10-19, 35ºF at the forest fire pond along Cassiar Hwy No. 37 –  Chilly out, but at least the sky was blue!  By the forest fire pond Lupe squinted into the brilliant glare of the morning sun.  Going to be a great day!  Another one on the road again, though.  Lupe had already made a few tracks.  This pond was what, a mere 30 km from the Yukon?

In the early morning sunlight by the forest fire pond.

8:08 AM, 39ºF, Yukon border, Cassiar Hwy No. 37 – Two days of pent-up energy could be contained no longer.  The were-puppy attacked as soon as SPHP stepped out of the G6.  Leaping, growling, nipping, tugging, tearing – all the usual were-puppy tactics.

You know, were-puppy, you are at least part of the reason I’m always in tatters!

Oh, you love it, SPHP!  It’s all in good fun!

For some of us.  I notice you don’t ever come away turning yellow and green and purple and blue.

Sorry ’bout that.  Now and then I get carried away.

Apology accepted, provided you let go of my pants without ripping them any further.  How about a romp in the woods along the Yukon border?  Might be a squirrel out there somewhere!

A romp and a squirrel sounded good.  After visiting the Yukon border sign, Lupe dashed off into the forest.  A squirrel did materialize, making SPHP look like a genius.

Made it! At the Yukon Territory border!

Burning off some steam early on was a good thing.  2 km N of the Yukon border Cassiar Hwy No. 37 came to an end.  SPHP turned W (L) onto the Alaska Highway.  Hours slipped by, the only significant stop being a now traditional one at Teslin Lake.

Teslin Lake – a traditional Lupe stop along the Alaska Highway.
Regional map posted at Teslin Lake.
By Teslin Lake. Dawson Peaks (R). Photo looks SE with help from the telephoto lens.

By early afternoon, Lupe had left the Alaska Highway at Jake’s Corner, and was on her way back into British Columbia heading S on Hwy 7 to Atlin.  A lunch stop was made on a bluff overlooking the N end of Atlin Lake and Mount Minto (6,913 ft.).

Atlin Lake and Mount Minto (R) from a bluff Lupe discovered in 2018. Photo looks S.

Atlin Lake is long and narrow.  It was still quite a way to the town of Atlin on its E shore.  Shortly before Loopster got there, SPHP spotted a couple of float planes on Como Lake, a small lake W of Hwy 7.  Might be fun to go take a look.  The American Dingo was all for it!

Checking out the float planes at Como Lake.
Oh, this does look like fun! We could go soaring over the mountains!

None of the stops today had been terribly long.  By mid-afternoon, Lupe was back in Atlin again!  A year ago, she’d had a terrific time climbing Monarch Mountain SE of town.

At the Atlin marina, with Monarch Mountain in the background. Photo looks SE.

Being back in Atlin was exciting!  Lupe went to the waterfront to see the gorgeous lake and the Tarahne, a century old excursion boat which had once upon a time brought tourists to Atlin.

Oh, it’s wonderful to be back at fabulous Atlin Lake again! And with big plans, too!
By the Tarahne, which decades ago had brought tourists to Atlin.

Off to the SW was the reason Lupe was here.  Across Atlin Lake near the far W shore was a large island.  Teresa Island was dominated by a single massive mountain which occupied virtually the entire island.  In 2018, Lupe had seen Birch Mountain (6,765 ft.), not only from Atlin, but also from Monarch Mountain (4,728 ft.).

Birch Mountain, the whole reason Lupe had returned to Atlin. Photo looks SW.

For the past year, SPHP couldn’t help thinking that Birch Mountain had looked climbable from the N.  Why, Lupe could do that!  From the top there ought to be a fantastic view of the Llewellyn Glacier, which the Carolina Dog had glimpsed on the far horizon from Monarch Mountain.  Birch Mountain had a peculiarity, too, which added to its overall appeal.  With 1,393 meters (4,570 ft.) of prominence, Birch Mountain was the 2nd most prominent lake island in the entire world!

Until Lupe had run across Birch Mountain, it had never occurred to SPHP that she might be capable of summiting the 2nd best of any class of mountain in the whole world, yet here was an opportunity to do so in this remote NW corner of British Columbia, an area Lupe had been close to on her summer Dingo Vacations these past 3 years.  The whole notion was so enticing!

Beyond the usual weather considerations, 2 significant problems needed to be addressed.  First, how to get over to Teresa Island?  Second, how to get above tree line?  The lower portions of the island looked densely forested.  Was there a trail?  If not, was the forest open enough to simply amble up through it without too much difficulty?  If Looper could get above tree line, the upper regions of the mountain appeared to be quite manageable.  SPHP was confident she could reach the summit.

Time to get some answers!  Across the street from the waterfront was a hotel.  SPHP went in to see what might be learned, while Lupe waited in the G6.  Hotel personnel directed SPHP to the Atlin Historical Society a few blocks away.  The Historical Society turned out to be a museum.  Inside, a couple of old ladies were busy answering tourist’s questions.

So what did you find out, SPHP?

Nothing yet, Loop.  Didn’t even talk to them.  Might be wrong, but I doubt they know anything at all about getting to Teresa Island or climbing Birch Mountain in there.

What now, then?

I think there was a sign when we came into town about kayak rentals.  Not going to take on Atlin Lake in a kayak, but maybe they rent motor boats, too?  Let’s go have a look.

Sure enough, there was a sign.  Glacier View Cabins, canoe and kayak rentals, 12 km on Warm Bay Road.

Glacier View Cabins seemed worth checking out.

Driving S on Warm Bay Road, SPHP saw no sign of Glacier View Cabins.  After going an extra 2 miles, SPHP turned around.  On the way back N, there it was!  A sign was near a steep driveway on the E side of the road, away from Atlin Lake.  SPHP drove up only as far as the first couple of cabins before parking the G6.  Lupe hopped out.

Nobody seemed to be around.  Lupe and SPHP trudged farther up the steep driveway.  At the upper end, a home sat perched on a slope with a fabulous view of Atlin Lake and the Llewellyn Glacier.  SPHP rang the doorbell.  No answer.  Knocking and ringing again didn’t help.  On the verge of giving up, Lupe and SPHP were still standing next to the door, when suddenly a man appeared carrying a basket of laundry.

Peter Sidler and his wife, Edith, who wasn’t home at the moment, own and operate Glacier View Cabins.  Originally from Switzerland, Peter had been a resident of Atlin for the past 37 years.  Although busy, he invited Lupe and SPHP into his home.

Peter had canoes and kayaks available for rent, but said Atlin Lake was too big and dangerous to cross over to Teresa Island in such craft.  He also had a motor boat that would have worked, but it was rented out for the next 2 days.  The following 2 days it was committed to participation in a search and rescue class.

Peter did share some good information.  Over the years, he had climbed Birch Mountain multiple times.  There were no trails on Teresa Island, and Peter was skeptical of SPHP’s proposed route from the N.  He’d never tried that, but expected the willows would make it tough to get through the forest.

The best route was from the SE, where a major rock slide gets down to within 200 meters of the shore.  Staying on the rocks made the climb much easier.  Peter had once gone up the NW side of the mountain, but that was more difficult.  Yes, Birch Mountain could be climbed in a single day, but it would be a long, hard one.

Although Peter couldn’t get Lupe to Teresa Island in the next few days, he knew who might be able to help.  No regular water taxi services were available in Atlin, but Archie Wiggins had tremendous experience in the area and ran charter services with his large boat.  Gary Hill might also have a suitable boat available.  A call to Mr. Wiggins went unanswered.  Probably out on the water with clients.

Armed with phone numbers and instructions on how to find both Wiggins and Hill, Lupe and SPHP departed after thanking Peter for all his help.  Returning to Atlin, Lupe dropped by Wiggins’ house, but no one was there.  At the Hill household, Gary’s wife, Bobbi, was out in the yard.  She was friendly and summoned Gary.  Again no luck.  Gary’s boat was rented out, and wouldn’t be available for a whole week.  He had no other options for Lupe.

That left Archie Wiggins, Lupe’s last and best bet.  After dinner, Loop and SPHP returned to his house in Atlin.  A vehicle was there now, but knocking on the door and walking around back produced no response.  Hmm.  Suddenly the front door opened.  Barefoot and in an old T-shirt, Archie Wiggins strode out of the house.  Peter and Bobbi had both called Archie leaving messages on Lupe’s behalf.  So what did SPHP want?

Passage across Atlin Lake both to and from Teresa Island.

Wiggins and his boat were available tomorrow, but his response was surprising.

Don’t really know much about Birch Mountain.  We don’t get much call for it.  People seldom want to hike Birch.  Usually they helicopter over there.  Most people I deal with want to go either to Atlin Mountain (6,722 ft.) where there’s a trail, or Cathedral Mountain (6,965 ft.).  Cathedral is a gorgeous mountain, a premier destination.

Not familiar with Cathedral.  What does it cost to go there?  Really came for Birch.  Are you willing to take us to Teresa Island?

Are you alone?  Just you and the dog?

Yes.

For drop off and pickup, it’s $1,000 to Cathedral.  Really a wonderful trip, and a fabulous peak.  To Birch, $175.  That’s just to the NE shore.  More if you want to be dropped off somewhere else.

$175?

Do you have inReach?

I suppose maybe we ought to, but no.  I don’t.

We get a lot of intrepid individuals up here, who’ve done some amazing things.  My customers know what they’re doing and come prepared.  I’m not going to be responsible for anyone who’s going to put themselves in a situation.

With that, without waiting for a response, Archie Wiggins turned and went back into his house.  The door banged shut behind him.

That went well.

Dingo feathers!   I totally blew it, Looper!  The moment he quoted $175 for Teresa Island, I should have asked him what time we could start in the morning.  I only hesitated because I was wondering if I ought to ask him about going to the SE side of the island to the rock slide Peter mentioned.  Could have done that once we were already on board crossing the lake.  He would have been thrilled to charge us more, if we didn’t like the looks of the NE shore.

He still might have asked you about inReach.

Maybe, but maybe not, too.  We might well have been on our way!  It would have worked out.  Wiggins knows what he’s doing, and he was our last and best chance.  Can’t believe I let it all fall apart like that.

Too late now.  Why don’t we take the helicopter, SPHP?  That would be amazing!

That’s right!  He did say most people helicopter to Birch.

Discovery Helicopters was close to where Hwy 7 reached Atlin.  Right away SPHP ran into Matt, a young, professional helicopter pilot.

Birch Mountain?  No problem.  Alone?  That’s too bad.  Price is the same for up to 4 people.  We fly you up to an upper ridge.  Still a nice hike to the summit from there.  Spectacular views!  Just tell us what time you want us to meet you again for pickup back at the ridge.  Too late in the day to go now, but we can get you there as early as you like in the morning.

Price?  Well, 10 minutes flight time one way.  Two round trip flights.  That’s 40 minutes.  Gotta figure some time for loading and unloading.  $1,000 will do it.  If someone else wants to fly beyond Birch about the same time, we could save you something on that, but don’t think we have anyone lined up at the moment.  Drop in again in the morning, if you want to go.  We’ll see if that’s changed, and work out the details.  We’ll get Lupe up there!

SPHP thanked Matt and returned to the G6.

Are we really going in a helicopter, SPHP?

It’s a great deal with 4 paying passengers.  $250.00 each, Canadian.  Lucky American Dingoes get a nice discount at the current exchange rate.  How are those royalties on your blog doing?  Rolling in the dough by now, I hope?

Business has been, umm, steady, SPHP.

Still nothing, aye?

Zippo.

Any book advances or movie rights in play?

The agents just mutter something about “extremely limited market”.  By the way, what does “infinitesimal” mean?

In this context, Loopster, it means “Ain’t gonna happen.”  How about those endorsements?  Anything happening there?

I haven’t really endorsed anything except playing in the mountains and T-bone steaks.

No ad revenue, either, I don’t suppose.

There might be, eventually, if we ever come up with an ad.

I see.  Well, doubt I can rustle up 3 additional paying passengers in the next few hours.  Atlin is a small place.  Probably doesn’t make sense to hang out at the marina tomorrow trying to buy a random ride from some boater to Teresa Island, either, since we’ll actually need to get back, too.

No helicopter ride?

At $250, yes.  Absolutely.  What an experience!  Not at $1,000.  We can get more bang for our buck at another mountain.  To tell you the truth, I’m sort of used to free, other than our normal travel expenses.

And that was that.  Lupe’s Birch Mountain dreams had gone up in smoke.  The Carolina Dog left Atlin heading back N on Hwy 7.  Sundown found her at a little rest stop along the E shore of Atlin Lake.  The lake was almost mirror smooth.  The evening so calm, and a little sad.

Evening at Atlin Lake.

6 days into what was meant to be Lupe’s grandest Dingo Vacation of 2019, Tangle Ridge had been her only major peakbagging success.  Failure at Hudson Bay Mountain.  Failure at Birch.  She’d traveled the long road N to the Yukon, and wasn’t far from it now, yet it seemed the Carolina Dog was getting nowhere fast.

SPHP might be concerned, but Lupe wasn’t.  Tomorrow was another day.

Birch Mountain from the E shore of Atlin Lake, British Columbia, Canada 8-10-19

Links:

Next Adventure                         Prior Adventure

Monarch Mountain near Atlin, British Columbia, Canada (8-12-18)

The Crocus Trail to Pine Creek Falls, Atlin, British Columbia, Canada (8-11-18)

Glacier View Cabins (Peter Sidler)

Discovery Helicopters

Archie Wiggins (Atlin Lake boat charters)   PH: 250-651-7542

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Along the Long Road Home (9-12-18 thru 9-15-18)

Days 40 – 43 of Lupe’s 2018 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon, Northwest Territories & Alaska!

9-12-18, 9:07 AM, International Falls trailhead, South Klondike Highway – The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood had been so lucky yesterday!  She’d finally made it to Peak 6053 on a cool, cloudy day.  Most fortunately, the clouds had been high enough not to interfere with any of the incredible views.  Different story this morning.  100% overcast, low ceiling, all the mountains in fog.

Didn’t matter now.  Peak 6053 had been the last grand hurrah of this Dingo Vacation.  SPHP’s feet were too sore to do anything today, even if the weather had been perfect.  The Carolina Dog wasn’t actually a ball of fire, either.  She seemed perfectly content resting on her pile of blankets and pillows gazing out the windows of the G6.

Lupe’s grand summer of 2018 was ending.  Time to head home.  Less than 1 km from the Alaska border, SPHP turned the key.  The G6 sprang to life.  2,300+ miles to go!  Mountain climbing was done.  Any further adventures along the way were going to be quick and easy.  At this point, that was perfectly fine with both Loop and SPHP.  A long, relaxing drive sounded delightful!

9:45 AM – Canadian customs was only 7.5 miles N on the South Klondike Highway from where Lupe had spent the night.  A short wait in line, and Lupe breezed through.  The long drive began in earnest.  Even from the road, the scenery was gorgeous.  Big mountains, huge lakes, forests, rivers, for mile after mile.

At Carcross, SPHP turned NE on Tagish Road (Highway 8).  It started to rain.  Still weary, the Carolina Dog passed out, snoozing peacefully to the rhythmic slapping of the windshield wipers.  From Jake’s Corner, the rest of the morning and all afternoon were spent cruising E on the Alaska Highway across the southern Yukon.  Lupe did get out for a short break from the G6 at Teslin Lake.  By then, the rain and clouds were long gone.

Miss Sleepyhead revives long enough for a quick sniff along Teslin Lake.
Fake wildlife at a campground next to the gas station in Teslin. No, wait! The American Dingo is real!

Highlights of the day didn’t occur for Lupe or SPHP until the Yukon had been left behind for good.  E of Watson Lake in British Columbia, wide swaths of forest were clear cut along both sides of the Alaska Highway.  Bison roamed wild on the open ground.  That snapped the Carolina Dog to attention!  Lupe saw 7 bison in all, each of them loners.  Naturally, each bison was cause for a hysterical foaming-at-the-mouth barkfest as the G6 raced on by.  What could be more fun?

SPHP’s big moment came at Liard River Hot Springs.  While Lupe waited in the G6, lucky SPHP got to soak in the beautiful outdoor pools.  Warm and clean again for the first time in forever felt heavenly!  Even SPHP’s sore feet were more or less cured by the soothing experience.

Out for a quick romp with a view of the Liard River.

Light was fading by the time SPHP returned from the hot springs.  Only 6 miles after crossing the Liard River, it was time to stop for the night.  The sky was completely clear, and the night promised to be a cold one.  The big show didn’t start until 10:45 PM.  For an hour, the Northern Lights entertained in a true dancing with the stars.

9-13-18, 5:23 AM, 23°F – Ice in Lupe’s water bowl!  After a quick foray out to sniff the chilly air, the Carolina Dog was on her way.  Still pretty dark.  Upon entering Muncho Lake Provincial Park, Looper became excited, barking and whimpering at something she either sniffed or saw out there that SPHP couldn’t detect yet.  More bison?  Maybe.

6:17 AM, 25°F – Muncho Lake is always worth a stop!  The park here has some beautiful peaks, but is so wild and remote that SPHP has never been able to find any information on whether any trails exist providing access to them.  Some fine day Lupe is going to climb a mountain in Muncho Lake Provincial Park!  That great peak at the S end of the lake would be ideal.

By Muncho Lake.
Impressive peaks in Muncho Lake Provincial Park.

The next stop came at a pullout after crossing the bridge over the Racing River.  18°F!  Despite the chilly air, Lupe was totally enthused!  This was a favorite place.  A short dirt road goes through a stretch of forest here where she often finds squirrels on the way to the river.

This morning the Racing River was the lowest Lupe had ever seen it, but still that fabulous icy blue color!

The Racing River between Muncho Lake and Stone Mountain Provincial Parks.

While driving over the bridge, SPHP had noticed some white mountains upstream that looked interesting.  After Lupe’s woodsy stroll to the river, SPHP drove back to the bridge for another look.  Upstream, a pickup truck was in sight parked near some trees.  Must be a road over there!

7:52 AM – Continuing across the bridge, sure enough, there was a side road.  SPHP pulled off the highway, parked again, and the lucky Carolina Dog got to go exploring for a second time.  A short trek through another forest brought her to a relatively open area near the Racing River.  The gleaming white mountains, sporting new snow, looked intriguing.

The scene was so beautiful, that Lupe got to extend her sniff upstream for another 10 minutes.  It appeared she could have followed dry parts of the riverbed for miles, getting much closer to the white mountains.  No time for that today, but this area was certainly worth researching for a future trip.

By the Racing River with the intriguing white mountains in sight. Photo looks SW.
Another look with help from the telephoto lens.
The Alaska Highway bridge over the Racing River. Photo looks NE.
Another look downstream from a little farther up the Racing River.
As close to the white mountains as Lupe went. Photo looks SW with lots of help from the telephoto lens.

Exploring along the Racing River had been fun!  Lupe didn’t have long to wait before there was more excitement.  Upon reaching Stone Mountain Provincial Park, she saw 3 caribou, but barked so fanatically from the G6 that the caribou disappeared before SPHP could get a photo.

A quick stop a mile later provided a grand view of Mount Saint George, which Lupe had nearly succeeded in getting to the top of back in 2017.

Mount Saint George (7,402 ft.) (L). Lupe had made it to the middle high point in 2017 before being forced to retreat due to threatening weather. Photo looks SSE.

9:38 AM, 32°F, Summit Lake, Stone Mountain Provincial Park – Must be an inversion up here.  The temperature was clear up to freezing!  SPHP had stopped at Summit Lake, the high point of the Alaska Highway in Stone Mountain Provincial Park, to let Lupe out for another look at Mount Saint George.  Lupe had successfully climbed both Summit Peak  and Mount Saint Paul from here in 2017.

Mount Saint George from Summit Lake. Photo looks SW.

The American Dingo’s busy morning continued on the way out of Stone Mountain Provincial Park.  More caribou, this time right on the highway, were cause for another barking frenzy.

Caribou on the Alaska Highway.
A recent poll shows that 4 out of 5 caribou don’t care to listen to shrill barking frenzies.

The caribou were just a warm-up for what came next.  Lupe just about busted a gut when a black bear appeared.  The black bear didn’t seem to know what to make of all this racket, but did not run off.  The huge bear appeared quite willing to go a round or two with a pip-squeak Dingo, if it dared to leave the safety of the G6.

American Dingoes are incredibly strong, brave, and ferocious!  Lupe would most certainly have torn that foolish bear to shreds, if SPHP hadn’t spared it by refusing to let her out and driving on.  Later in the day, a grizzly bear near Bonnie Creek S of Fort Nelson had sense enough to flee into the woods rather than take a chance that SPHP might relent and let the feisty Dingo prove her point.

Black bear E of Stone Mountain Provincial Park.
Bring it, Dingo!

Approaching Fort St. John, SPHP skipped the R turn onto Highway 29 to Chetwynd and Prince George.  Although this meant no more mountains on this Dingo Vacation, the Carolina Dog was going to get to travel through more than 1,000 miles of territory neither she nor SPHP had ever seen before.

5:00 PM, 32°F, Fort St. John – In a way, a strange day.  Despite clear skies, the temperature peaked at 47°F early in the afternoon.  Already down to freezing again at Fort St. John, and it stayed that way for many miles.

The Alaska Highway was busy from Fort St. John all the way to where it started in Dawson Creek.  The community of Taylor where the highway crossed the Peace River made a good impression.  A big oil refinery was there, but the whole town was impeccably neat and clean, and the Peace River setting was beautiful.

S of Taylor on the way to Dawson Creek, SPHP was surprised to find the seemingly endless northern forests greatly reduced already.  About half of the land had been cleared.  Hay seemed to be the big crop, although little livestock was seen from the road.  Lupe was thrilled to see a few cows and horses, though, and the G6 became a sporadically noisy place.  Her enthusiasm sometimes extended to huge rolled hay bales, too.

E of Dawson Creek on Hwy 49, the road straightened.  Lupe was now in Alberta.  Remaining woodlands became scarcer, and traffic dwindled.  SPHP drove under a cloud bank as the sun sank in the rear view mirror.  Light began to fade quickly.  Although the land was quite flat, it did slope gradually lower to the N.  Lupe could see a long way in that direction, all the way to the northern forest.

Many fields had snow in them.  In the dim light beneath the gray clouds, it looked and felt like November.  After passing Spirit Lake and Rycroft, SPHP parked for the night before getting to Wanham.  Happy to escape the G6 again, Lupe rolled in snow in the ditch to cool off.

9-14-18, 3:10 AM, 35°F, Hwy 49 – At least it hadn’t gotten any colder out.  3°F warmer, in fact.  SPHP walked along the dark highway, while Lupe sniffed near the ditch.  No stars.  Dead calm.  No traffic.  A coyote howled, and a dog at a farmhouse 0.5 mile N started barking.

7:08 AM, 32°F, Hwy 49 – Back to freezing again.  Another quick sniff outside, then on to the vast metropolis of Wanham!  The edge of the cloud Lupe was under was only a little way N, but it was soon left behind.

Morning along Highway 49 W of Wanham, Alberta.

S of Donnelly, SPHP continued straight at an intersection where Hwy 49 became Hwy 2.  A lovely drive through a mix of farms and woodlands ensued.  The woods began to dominate again.  Driving through forests with snow on the ground, it felt like Christmas was coming.

Highway 2.

10:15 AM, 35°F, Canyon Creek harbor, Lesser Slave Lake – Eventually Hwy 2 had taken Lupe E through the forests S of Lesser Slave Lake.  The big lake was the most interesting natural feature on the map between the mountains and home, so the Carolina Dog simply had to stop for a look.  Waves lapped gently along the shoreline.  The day was gray and calm, peaceful except for the raucous activity of seagulls.

Clearly, a boat was needed to make even a cursory exploration of Lesser Slave Lake, but it was fun to stroll along the shore for a little bit.

Lesser Slave Lake.
Low hills were over toward the E end of the lake. Only a small fraction of Lesser Slave Lake is in view here.
Seagulls provided what excitement and activity there was at Lesser Slave Lake on this cool, gray day.
Looking toward the N shore.

1:23 PM, 39°F, Athabasca – Some sort of big event was just breaking up in a park at the busy little town of Athabasca when Lupe arrived.  The park was right next to the Athabasca river, which Lupe had only seen before in Jasper National Park.  The river was much tamer here than at mighty Athabasca Falls, but Loop still enjoyed sniffing around down on the partially exposed riverbed.

Christmas was in the air on the way to the town of Athabasca!
Along the Athabasca River in Athabasca, Alberta.

From Athabasca, SPHP drove E on Hwy 55, then S on Hwys 63 and 831.  On the road S, the woodlands gave way for a final time to fields and farms of the great northern prairies.

3:36 PM, 39°F, Lamont – Lupe didn’t escape the G6 again until reaching the town of Lamont.  SPHP let her check out the Ukrainian Catholic Church of St. John the Baptist, which featured distinctive architecture.

Ukrainian Catholic Church of St. John the Baptist, Lamont, Alberta.
Churches aren’t usually part of Lupe’s adventures, but this one was quite striking!

At Mundare, Lupe reached 4 lane Hwy 16.  Except where there were cows or horses to bark at, the drive E over gently rolling prairies put her to sleep.  Near Lloydminster, Lupe and SPHP entered Saskatchewan for the first time ever.  The scenery didn’t change, though, and the long drive continued.

7:11 PM, 41°F – As evening came on, SPHP left Hwy 16 looking for a rest area, but didn’t find it.  Lupe’s first outing in Saskatchewan was a walk along a dirt road through a wheat field to see an oil tank.

Visiting Saskatchewan for the first time ever!

The sun set before the American Dingo reached Battleford.  SPHP doesn’t ordinarily like to drive in the dark, but it didn’t seem like Loopster was going to miss much except more prairie, so tonight was an exception.  No longer sleepy, she stayed awake anyway, keeping SPHP company as miles rolled by.  Saskatoon was big and confusing in the dark, but by midnight, Lupe was far beyond it, S of Chamberlain along another Hwy 2.

756 miles today, and that was enough.

9-15-18, 9:13 AM – The morning was cool, overcast, almost foggy.  SPHP parked the G6 at a rest area along the E side of Hwy 6 in S Saskatchewan about an hour N of the Montana border.  The rest area was a triangular 30 acre tract surrounded by wheat farms.  Picnic tables were arranged around a circular drive, with the rest of the 30 acres given over to tall grass and shelter belt trees.

No one else around.  Hardly any traffic.  This rest area was a beautiful little refuge on the quiet prairie, and Lupe’s last adventure of her 2018 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon, Northwest Territories & Alaska.  For two happy hours, she roamed with SPHP through the tall grass and shelter belt woods exploring every nook and cranny, chased tennis balls SPHP threw for her, and sniffed along while SPHP picked up trash.

Happy times at the rest area along Hwy 6 in Saskatchewan.

The rest of the day was devoted to one more long drive.  During the noon hour, Lupe crossed the border into Montana at Regway on the way to Plentywood.  S of Baker, SPHP finally drove out from under the cloud the Carolina Dog had been under since Dawson Creek back at the start of the Alaska Highway.

5:59 PM, 71°F –  The sun was shining at Medicine Rocks State Park.  The air was breezy, and had soared to room temperature.  A quick stop, then Lupe continued S, enjoying a ride with the windows partly open.  This was all eastern Montana ranch land.  Opportunities to bark at cows and horses came one after another!  Toward dusk, SPHP had to slow way down due to all the herds of deer.

At Medicine Rocks State Park in eastern Montana.

The sun set for the last time on her last summer of 2018 Dingo Vacation while Lupe was still in SE Montana on Hwy 323 N of Alzada.

On Hwy 323 as the sun sets in SE Montana.
Lupe’s grand summer of 2018 fades into history.

9-15-18, 9:45 PM – 43 days, 9,691 miles, and countless adventures come and gone.  Home again.  SPHP unlocked the front door.  Home was dark, stuffy, warm.  Sigh.  Back to the old routine.  Time to air things out, and start unloading the G6.

Felt strange to be here.

Oh, for a time machine!  Tomorrow a bright summer morning would dawn, and the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood would be heading N on the long road to adventure.  Tuktoyaktuk, Land of the Pingos, and the Arctic Ocean in her future once again!

At the Arctic Ocean, Tuktoyaktuk, Northwest Territories, Canada 8-19-18

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