Prince Rupert is not considered to be a destination, by any means. The likelihood of inclement weather..read rain...is more than just high. It's a given and when it doesn't pour everyone is like sooo surprised. It's like a civic holiday. It was beautiful. The drive out from Terrace, 130k's, was perfect. No traffic and a bunch of photo ops.
All the way along the Skeena are pull-outs for fishers to get access to the river. I had kept passing this particular spot, always seeing ti as I whipped past..but this time, I turned around and went back.
Notice it says No Overnight Camping? yeah...right...like that's going to stop a ner'do well....like myself.
Another ner'do well and her mutt.
Motoring along, just past the Basalt Rest Area..another 'signed' stop....
Coming into Rupert...crossing a bridge and the sun was just right....from both sides of it.
Had supper in Rupert and repaired to our 5 star location for the night. Ingo and Jean were plastic camping. We, on the other hand, have a spot staked out in the upped end of the Wal-Mart lot.
here's why...
Sharon refers to this as her house. It;s just down the hill from 'our' night spot.
It;s is red, after all...and right on the hill looking out into the harbour.
Someone had planted a Canadian flag out on a river bar....very cool....
Smoke from my futile attempts to light a fire. Wood was soaking and we hadn't brought any.
It was minus 3.5 in the morning. Not terribly cold but still...brisk....
And...we planted Diamond Willow stick number seven. comefindit.blogspot.ca/.
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