I awoke with the rising sun and began planning my day. I stocked up on a few things in Dawson Creek then took to the roads as early as I could heading north on the Alaska Highway. With less light during the day I have been trying to get earlier starts on the road in order to maximize my viewing time since you just can’t appreciate the landscapes the same way at night.
As I pressed on north I could see the land changing, mountains and deep valleys now replacing the flat farmland. The drive was surpassing expectations and I was often left in awe at the endless supply of post card views.
Wildlife was thriving and made plenty of appearances. I even caught a glimpse of the biggest black bear I’d ever seen chowing down on some plants. With hundred of kilometers of bush all around there was plenty of room for the animals to thrive on the land.
Eventually I arrived in the Northern Rockies, a place I’ll never forget. Absolutely massive mountains and deep valleys greeted me as the highway weaved its way through the towering giants.
The sun was going down and the light was disappearing, I was feeling the fatigue of the day weighing on me so I pulled into a place called Toad River. A little restaurant with a ceiling full of hats served me up the best beef stew I’d ever had. With a full belly I returned to my car where I dozed off for the night.
