The Signpost Forest at Watson Lake

Watson Lake is a tiny community, population ~1500, that serves local First Nations people and highway travelers with a few gas stations, a NAPA auto parts store and a couple of cafés. Its main claim to fame is the Signpost Forest, an attraction for tourists from all over the world. The whole thing began during the construction of the military road in 1942. There was an airport at Watson Lake as a refueling stop for the ferrying of supplies to Alaska and planes to Russia. Thus, the town became a main staging point for construction supplies as well. A homesick soldier posted a sign post pointing to his hometown and others followed suit. Then, passers-by added more signs. The town now hosts the Alaska Highway Interpretive Centre, operated by Tourism Yukon, and installs and maintains the posts for visitors who add to the collection. At the time of our visit, there were about 65,000 signs and many were added on the day of our stop. The caravan posted a sign and I posted a marker for L.A. City College. We found signs from familiar communities, including many from Southern California and several from our native states of Connecticut and Rhode Island. Some foreign visitors had also posted signs and I think that if you searched hard enough you could account for almost every country of the world. When I returned later in the day for some more pictures, there were already some 20 additional signs on the posts near ours and people were still arriving even late in the evening.

Watson Lake also has the Northern Lights Centre, a planetarium-style auditorium that entertains and educates visitors about space and the aurora borealis. We enjoyed the show and the exhibits featuring Canadians in space. Several NASA astronauts have been Canadian and the Centre displayed mission memorabilia.

Gas in Canada is sold by the liter (litre in Canadian spelling) and has been getting steadily more expensive as we travel north. Our Watson Lake fill-up cost C$1.26 per liter. With 3.6 L per gallon for a 40-gallon fill, you can do the math! Plus, the credit card company charges a 3% conversion fee. Since the Canadian dollar is currently about 4% below the value of the greenback, we end up at about par. We’ve vowed not to worry about fuel prices, although we still hunt for the best price at each fuel stop. Still, fuel for the trip will cost more than we expected and the fuel expense has limited our spending for souvenirs and gifts. We’ve been warned that prices will continue to rise as we move into more remote areas!

The Alaska Highway to the Yukon

The next several days of our trip were spent in northern British Columbia. We had to drive about 500 miles before reaching the border of the Yukon Territory and our stop at Watson Lake, YT.

Leaving Dawson Creek, we detoured to visit the Kiskatinaw River Bridge. This is the last wooden bridge built by the Army Corps of Engineers during construction of the highway. The bridge is unique in that it curves sharply during its short span. It was bypassed years ago but still serves local traffic. Although advised to visit in our tow car, we decided to take the motor home across. We drove to the bridge, unhitched and drove the car across to check conditions, decided we could safely cross and negotiate the section of old road that returned to the main highway, then we went across. Elaine drove SLOWLY while Steve walked ahead taking pictures.

After returning to the main highway, we drove for many miles of gradual climb. A common experience was to gradually rise in elevation as the land tilts up toward the northern mountains, then drop sharply to a river crossing, climb a steep bank on the other side and then resume a slow but steady rise.

We passed through Fort St. John, the center of BC’s energy production, with oil derricks and natural gas wells. We spent one night in Fort Nelson, where there’s an interesting Heritage Museum and an actual trapper’s cabin where the family explains their life style. Continuing north, the land becomes rugged with high mountains, often with a lake at their base and a stream running through, paralleling the highway. Electric service ends just outside of Fort Nelson. The rest of the residents of northern BC have only the power provided by generators and heat is usually from wood-burning stoves. We stopped for a snack at Tetsa River Lodge, a typical roadhouse with a log lodge offering several rooms to highway travelers, a small café and a few RV camping spots. The hostess had baked fresh cinnamon buns and some pastries to offer our group. We climbed Stone Mountain, a rough, rocky peak but did not see any of the stone sheep or mountain goats that live in the area. Summit Pass at the top of Stone Mountain is the highest point on the highway at 4,250 feet. I was surprised at the relatively low elevation of the highway. We often visit the Sierra Nevada on both the east and west sides and are used to driving at 6-7,000 feet or higher!

We followed the edge of Muncho Lake, a beautiful big lake at the base of a mountain, where the road is just a few feet above lake level, especially in this unusually wet springtime. Then we climbed a bit to the Liard River for our next stopping place. We stayed at the Liard Hot Springs Lodge and RV Park. Liard in French means poplar and is named for the most abundant form of vegetation in the area. The provincial park directly across the highway from our campground protects and manages a unique set of hot springs. The hot water creates an almost tropical microclimate. Orchids bloom here and nowhere else in BC and the water remains ice-free even in the winter. One walks along a wooden boardwalk across ponds filled by the cooling spring water, through the equivalent of a rain forest created by the steam and mist, to the outdoor lower (cooler) pool. After an additional 10-minute uphill climb you reach the upper hot pool (bears are commonly seen along the path to the upper springs!). We found the hot pool too hot and stayed at the lower pool which is more developed with a restroom and changing house. Rock lines the pool and there’s natural gravel on the bottom. The water is about 3 feet deep, and a stone wall with a small waterfall separates the hotter upper end from a cooler shallower “kid’s pool”. The water has high sulfur content, to the dismay of several of our traveling companions who made the mistake of wearing silver jewelry into the water. The silver quickly turned black with tarnish due to the heat and dissolved sulfur. We had a 24-hour pass to the hot springs so we returned for another soak the following morning before departing.

Leaving Liard Hot Springs, we headed for the BC-YT border. The road is generally in good condition, although there are some rough patches and especially many bouncy transitions onto and off of bridges. A herd of woodland bison leaves in the forest and we saw two large bulls grazing along the road side. Fifty miles north of Liard, we stopped for a snack at the Fireside Café. This area had a fire in 1982 that destroyed more than 400,000 acres. The forest is recovering slowly with willow and poplar (aspen) saplings and a few very small spruce seedlings. The café is run by an older couple; she cooks breakfast and lunch and he tries not to wait tables and clear up. The specialty of the house is cream pies – 4 or 5 different varieties, all scrumptious. We had burgers and took a huge slice of Black Russian pie back to the RV. I enjoyed that pie for the next two days.

The road criss-crosses the BC-YT border and winds more westerly than north for many miles. Historic Milepost 627 marks the official provincial border. Five miles later we reached our stop at Watson Lake, a truck stop/gas station/campground on the outskirts of town. We have reached the Yukon!

Dawson Creek and Mile Zero of the Alaska Highway

The railroad ends at Dawson Creek, BC. Travel further north must be by water (first in canoes and row boats, then by steamboat) or by over land. During the gold rushes and even after, there were pack trails but no road fit for vehicles until the start of World War II. Before the start of the war, the US began lending aircraft to the Russians and flew them north across Canada to Alaska then across the Bering Strait. A series of airports and fuel depots marked the route. After the Japanese invasion and occupation of several Aleutian islands, the US government decided to construct a road to Alaska. Construction actually began before receiving permission from the Canadian government! Dawson Creek was the starting point since men and equipment could be shipped in by train. So, it is officially Mile Zero of the highway. The route was surveyed, the land was cleared and a rough dirt one-lane track was completed with remarkable speed in 1942. Then a civilian organization began remaking the road into a more permanent and usable highway.

Now the Alaska Highway is a two-lane year round highway suitable for all forms of vehicle traffic. Passenger cars and trucks, big rigs and RV’s share the highway, especially in the summer (although many Up North residents claim to prefer to drive the road in the winter!). The road is fully paved, except in construction areas. We hope to be traveling early enough to avoid most of the road work, at least on our way north.

The West Access Road, Route 97 from Prince George to Dawson Creek, passes through boreal (northern; the antonym is australis or southern) forest of black and white spruce. There are many alpine lakes and rivers full of water in the early summer. The land rises gradually but steadily and as the elevation increases, the vegetation begins to thin. We actually cross the most western edge of the Canadian Rockies through Pine Pass. Dawson Creek sits on a high grassy plain with relatively few trees. Of course, many of the original trees in this area were harvested for fuel and building materials and the new growth is VERY slow due to the cold and short growing season. A 6-foot tall spruce may be nearly 100 years old!

We had an interesting stop along the way in the town of Chetwynd. This town sponsors an annual chain-saw caving competition. It had occurred the weekend before our arrival. The carvings are made out of a huge cedar log and many are 6-10 feet tall. The top 3 entries are kept in the town and are on display in front of the visitor’s center (for this year) and at street corners and public parks around town. Staff from the Visitor’s Center gave us a talk and a walking tour to see many of the statues. The detail and artistry is truly amazing, considering they have a limited time and are able to use only power tools.

Dawson Creek is surrounded by farmland – something I didn’t expect. Many of the farms grow grain like barley; others grow hay. There were some cattle ranches and game farms, one of which our group visited for a tour and dinner. The farm family has permits for both a zoo and for game meat production. They keep musk ox, mountain goats, elk and reindeer (domesticated caribou) on display and raise fallow deer, buffalo and wild boar for meat. Our dinner included dishes made from the game, served outdoors, picnic-style, next to their fish pond. Then we went on a hay ride out among the buffalo as our host feed them grain to lure them close to the truck.

The next morning we gathered at the Milepost Zero marker for a group photo. Then, we toured the Visitor’s Center, gathered literature on attractions in the area and went to the Saturday Farmer’s Market. Since it was so early in the season, the fresh vegetables were limited to rhubarb and leaf lettuce. However, vendors were selling fresh bread, pies and cookies, and homemade soap. I bought fresh bread, a strawberry-rhubarb pie and a bar of coffee soap that smells wonderful and has a mild abrasive action from some coffee grounds mixed into the bar. Then, we went to Safeway to stock up on milk and other groceries before heading off into the “wilds” of northern BC and the Yukon.

Out of the Rockies to Prince George

We pulled out of Columbia Icefields Visitor’s Center early on a cold gray morning. The overnight temperature had flirted with 0C but we didn’t worry about freezing the water pipes since we had heat inside the coach and a large mass of water in the tanks. Icefields Parkway passes several nice waterfalls as it goes north. We stopped at both Sunwapta Falls and Athabasca Falls for pictures and a leg stretch.

We traveled northwest toward the town of Jasper but turned off onto the access road to Jasper Tramway to the top of Whistler Mountain at the 7,496-foot level. The access road was the steepest we’ve seen. We had to climb it in first gear; second just wouldn’t do! At the tram base station, we saw that the mountain was clouded over at the top but decided to go up anyway. The scenery was spectacular during the ascent. We saw many lakes, some clear and others full of glacial silt, the railroad line and a mile-long train laboring west, and the path of the westbound Highway 16, the Yellowhead Highway, that we would be taking to our next destination.

The summit of Whistler Mountain was bathed in a cloud and was getting snow flurries as we exited the tram car. It was COLD up there. We bundled up, went for a short walk around near the summit amid piles of old snow and a light dusting of new powder, then returned to the base. Most of the visitors didn’t stay out long. It was colder and wetter than we had been during our night at Columbia Icefields. The clouds were lifting as we descended but didn’t promise to clear anytime soon. So, we got back in the coach, drove down to the highway and turned west. Leaving the town of Jasper, we passed an RCMP speed trap with a couple of cars and one big rig pulled over in both directions. We were glad that we had been observing the speed limit! Although we’ve seen little police presence on the highways during our travels, this reminded us to be considerate visitors.

The Yellowhead Highway is considered one of Canada’s most scenic routes and lives up to its reputation. It is named for a blonde French trapper of the early 1800’s, nicknamed Tete Jaune, who had a cabin and cache nearby. The route passes out of Alberta at the western boundary of Jasper National Park and enters British Columbia into Mount Robson Provincial Park. Mt. Robson is the tallest peak in the Canadian Rockies at 12,972 feet. The area is a center for rafting and trout fishing. We stopped at the Visitor’s Infocenter at the park to pick up literature on our next destination and to walk the dogs. Missy charmed an entire rafting group who had just been picked up; she got lots of attention and petting from the wet and weary riders and crew.

At the western edge of the park, we detoured several miles south to the northern edge of Valemount for our next stop. Valemount is a town of ~1200 on the plain at the very edge of the mountains, a pretty spot but also an important intersection of several roads across Canada. So, there’s fuel and traveler’s services; these services represent the major economy of the town.

The following morning, we returned to the Yellowhead Highway, passing through the community of Tete Jaune Cache and on to Prince George. The road ran along the Fraser River, through a dense conifer forest, across many creeks and through moose habitat. Sure enough, we saw several moose and even had to stop for one who was planted in the middle of the road at the crest of a small rise. We turned off into a rest area near the Goat River Bridge and found ourselves in a bit of a pickle. The “rest area” single-lane road had a steep downhill grade to a small turnaround. However, the turnaround wasn’t big enough for us with the Suzuki in tow. After starting to turn, and realizing we couldn’t make it around, we had to unhitch the car. This is difficult when on a grade and even more so when the car is turned at a sharp angle to the coach. As a further complication, another motorhome had followed us into the rest area and was now patiently waiting for us to clear the road so they too could turn around and come back up to the picnic tables and rest rooms. After some struggle, we got unhitched, were able to back and fill to get the motorhome turned around, then pulled up and out of the way by the picnic area. We chatted with the other coach’s occupants, a couple and their dog from Alberta, then watched them as they completed the same turn. They weren’t towing a car so got around fine on the first try. It was a gorgeous little spot right next to the river and we lingered for a while to better appreciate the sort of pocket pull-out that we would be more careful to avoid in the future.

After a trip of 184 miles, we arrived in Prince George, BC. This is a surprisingly large industrial city with all the amenities including a Walmart and Costco. We were glad to have services available once more. Missy had wrenched her leg several days earlier and was limping. Her hock was tender and she objected vocally to anyone touching it. We didn’t see much improvement and wanted to have a vet look at her injury. The proprietor of Southpark RV Park graciously called his personal veterinarian, who cares for his prize Chesapeake Bay Retrievers, and made us a drop-in appointment. The animal hospital was short-handed that day but the staff still served us promptly and were very kind and understanding. Missy, luckily, didn’t have a serious injury – just a sprain or stretched ligament rather than the torn ligament that I feared. We left with an anti-inflammatory/painkiller to ease her discomfort. We were in and out with enough time to stop at Costco for a shrimp cocktail tray to take to the caravan’s social hour and travel meeting at 4PM.

Several additional coaches joined us at Prince George for the trip to Alaska. We now have 18 client coaches with 37 guests plus wagon master and tailgunner couples.

Columbia Icefields and the Athabasca Glacier

On Tuesday June 12, we left Canmore, AB early and returned to the Trans-Canada Highway heading westbound this time. The early morning hours brought a squall through the area. We had some pre-dawn rain but there was fresh snow on the slopes several hundred feet higher – beautiful to see as the clouds lifted and the air cleared! We went through the tollbooth at the entrance to Banff National Park and bought day use passes for the very reasonable cost of $9.95 Canadian for adults and $8.65 for seniors. Then we drove back past the exits for the town of Banff and for Lake Louise (and could have stopped again if we wished and had time in the travel schedule) and turned off onto Highway 93 North, Icefields Parkway. The road climbed steeply to a summit at nearly 7,000 feet, above the treeline and in a rugged rocky barren wilderness. We stopped to view yet another waterfall (not the last by any means) called Bridal Veil Falls and entered Jasper National Park.

The Columbia Icefields Visitor’s Center has interesting displays about the geography and climate that created the icefield and its hundreds of associated glaciers. And, more importantly, they offer excursions onto the Athabasca Glacier in a snowcat. Our group was shuttled to the edge of the glacier, boarded a vehicle with huge balloon tires and traveled out onto the glacier. We left the vehicle and were able to walk on the ice, drink some of the glacier melt water and get a close-up view of other nearby glaciers, some part of the Columbia system, some independent. An independent cirque glacier was directly overhead within the peak of a nearby mount while an impressive hanging valley glacier loomed over us as we made our way out and back to the excursion dock. One of the nearby peaks serves as a triple continental divide. Water runs off it into 3 different oceans, the Pacific, the Atlantic and…(Can you guess the third? Yes, the Arctic.) Not surprisingly, it was VERY cold on the glacier. I wore a shirt, sweatshirt, parka, jeans, sweatpants over the jeans, gloves, a knit cap and my parka hood for our 30 minutes out on the ice.

While waiting for the shuttle to the glacier, we were entertained by several mountain goats on an almost vertical cliff above the Visitor’s Center. They were hard to spot with the naked eye but easily followed with binoculars.

We parked our motor home in the lower parking lot of the Visitor’s Center, where we could stay the night. The temperature dropped and it began to snow lightly. The wind picked up and everyone huddled inside our homes on wheels. Steve and I invited Laurie and Dan, who are traveling in a 17 foot Casita (a fiberglass torpedo-shaped trailer), to join us for a movie on our DVD player. They had very limited propane and battery capacity so were worried about staying warm. We set up our catalytic propane heater, kept us all cozy for several hours and enjoyed a DVD. Then we all turned in and bundled up snug in our beds. The overnight low was close to freezing and the cold wind found its way in every crack and poor seal in our units. The light lingered long in the evening, past 11 PM, then reappeared before 4 AM. This is a foretaste of what we should experience in the Yukon and Alaska. The morning was again very windy with light snow flurries so we hitched up quickly and drove off toward the town of Jasper.

Caravan Travel

We’ve now had several travel days to get a feel for the process of moving the group from place to place. In this caravan, we DO NOT travel nose-to-tail in a long string of vehicles. That would pose a traffic hazard and just wouldn’t work since there are few areas large enough for so many big rigs to pull off for rest stops and meal stops. Our wagon master just completed a long tour through Mexico and Central America where they did travel in a convoy but the group was smaller and the local conditions (language barrier and security) made it desirable to keep everyone together. Instead, we travel “scattered”.

A typical day begins rather early. Don’t worry; we still get plenty of rest since campers tend to turn in early as well. At the previous evening’s travel meeting, the wagon master discusses the route, reviews any hazards and points of interest then announces his departure time and our expected arrival time at the next destination. The leader’s departure is usually 7:30 – 8 AM. Guests should depart in small groups spaced out over the next hour. The tail gunner’s rig leaves a little while after the last guest. We check in with the tail gunner by CB each morning to confirm that we are up and preparing to leave, then again as we depart. We can talk by CB with anyone else in range, for example to pass word back about wildlife or road conditions. We are free to stop wherever and as often as we wish while completing the day’s journey by the arrival deadline. The tail gunner keeps his coach at the end of the string while the wagon master must be the first to arrive at the next stop to complete the arrangements.

The group has already divided into the early birds, who often depart before the wagon master then pull over and linger somewhere so he can get ahead, and the trailers who leave well after the wagon master and get to camp right at the deadline. We often leave near the end of the group (Steve is NOT a morning person) but drive a little faster than some and pull into the destination in the middle of the pack.

The next hour or so is spent parking, hooking up electric and water service (and sometimes the TV cable, yes even in rural areas), and sewage dump hose. Then, when we don’t have a planned evening activity, we gather in small groups, break out the lawn chairs and some refreshments and talk – about previous trips, our RV’s and their features or faults, family or jobs, the day’s sights … The social chitchat is quickly becoming more intimate and meaningful as we get to know each other better. Friendships develop quickly in these circumstances. We chose to travel to Alaska as part of a caravan, rather than by ourselves, for the company and comfort of having companions on the trip. We feel we are getting much more out of this trip by sharing it with our fellow travelers than we would have by going alone.

Lake Louise and Banff

On our second day in Canmore, we boarded a tour bus and motored down the Trans-Canada Highway, Route 1, for a visit to Lake Louise and Banff. Once again, the weather was gray and showery, at least in the morning. It was raining steadily when we reached Lake Louise and the damp chill limited our time outside. Still, the lake was beautiful and we could imagine how spectacular it would be on a clear day. The lake is glacier-fed, deep, cold and normally a brilliant blue color. The Chateau (hotel) at lakeside is magnificent and very posh. Tour groups, especially from Asia, were loading onto their buses as we arrived. I walked about 20% of the lake shore, got thoroughly wet and enjoyed coming in to the inviting hotel lobby to warm up.

Our tour then took us to a high altitude lake, Moraine Lake, which formed several thousand years ago when a rock slide dammed a mountain stream. There is a charming rustic lodge on the lake shore – the complete antithesis to Chateau Lake Louise.

We then motored to the town of Banff. Again, there is a posh resort hotel but also many hostels, motels and bed and breakfast establishments. Our bus driver drove across the Bow River Bridge, with water just below the roadway and commented that the river was the highest in anyone’s memory and 60% of the snowpack had yet to melt! We visited Bow River Falls and noticed that the city officials had closed off the path along the river’s edge due to the high water. We then had several hours for lunch and a chance to explore the museums and/or shops of the town.

Leaving Banff, our bus traveled a secondary road along the Bow River with some spectacular scenery. Near a small lake, we passed a group of bighorn sheep grazing near a roadside rest area. They seemed remarkably unconcerned about the vehicle traffic. There were several lambs with their mothers, and several rams with a full curl of horn. They were shedding their winter coats so looked rather moth-eaten.

After returning to Canmore, I had a few hours to sneak in a trip to the local quilt shop and then the grocery store while Steve did a load of laundry. Everyday chores continue even when on vacation when you take your house with you.

The Canadian Rockies

We spent June 9 – 13 in the Canadian Rockies. Leaving Oliver, in the south central part of British Columbia, we traveled north and east through the Okanagan Valley and into the western foothills of the mountain range. This area has many rivers emptying into beautiful clear blue lakes. The biggest is Okanagan Lake, home of the fabled lake monster Ogopogo. The prettiest, Lake Kalamalka, has many colors of blue and green striping its surface and is so clear and still that the reflections of the surrounding hills are as clear as the hills themselves.

We passed through a series of small-to-medium sized towns, including Kelowna, the third most populous “city” in BC. Each town quickly yields to open land, increasingly forested and gradually getting higher and more rugged. Then, you realize that you really are in the middle of a mountain range with steep angles of descent for the creeks and rivers. There are a series of waterfalls, many of them seasonal but running at high volume this unusually wet spring. The terrain remains thickly forested; often, you can’t see more than 5 feet into the woods from the road. We passed Mount Revelstoke, and the community of Revelstoke, and continued to climb to Albert Canyon and the Canyon Hot Springs Resort.

Of course, it began to rain as we arrived and set up camp. The snowy rocky slopes above us disappeared into fog and the temperature dropped. Still, the rain didn’t interfere with our trip to the mineral pools. The resort has two pools of spring water, one at 106 degrees and the other at 86 degrees. Steve and I spent nearly two hours alternating between the two as we soaked out the stiffness of the drive and talked with fellow travelers, including visitors from England, Denmark and Germany as well as our American companions.

Sunday morning began with another good rain shower but the mist began to lift just in time for our departure. We entered Glacier National Park (the Canadian one, not the Montana park) and climbed above the tree line. The bare cliffs still had snow, especially in shady or north-facing areas. We could see large ice fields and small glaciers hanging from high elevations. Rogers Pass Summit has an interesting visitor’s center with displays about the first European explorers of the region. A small valley in the mountain range houses the town of Golden, whose riverfront farms and fields were flooded as the river was over its banks.

Climbing further into the mountains took us into Yoho National Park and cost us an hour as we entered the Mountain Time Zone. Then we crossed the Continental Divide into the province of Alberta. Suddenly, rivers flowed to the east, eventually emptying into the Atlantic Ocean rather than west to the Pacific. An interesting feature in this area is the spiral railroad tunnel. Freight trains in western Canada can be very long, sometimes 1½ miles long. The “big mountain” was a formidable barrier to these trains, so engineers reduced the grade, and eased passage over this mountain by building a spiral tunnel through the heart of the mountain. Some of our group were fortunate enough to see a freight pass through the tunnel while they watched. The engine entered the tunnel and emerged some time later high up the slope, while freight cars were still outside the mountain at the tail end.

We spent two nights in the resort town of Canmore, Alberta. The eastern side of the Rockies is much more rugged, rocky and drier than the western slopes. From our campground, we looked straight up at jagged gray granite peaks, including the Three Sisters which are the logo of the town. The first evening we attended a dinner show called “Oh Canada, Eh!” in Canmore. The servers are also performers in a revue of Canadian history and culture with a humorous tone. It was a fun evening and a nice break from camp food.

Across the Canadian Border

Thursday June 7, the caravan pulled out of Ephrata, bound for the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia. We went north on two lane roads through farms and orchards, along rivers and lakes, into the coulee area of eastern Washington. During the last Ice Age, a lake of glacial melt water formed across eastern Washington, the Idaho panhandle and western Montana. The ice dam periodically broke, releasing gigantic floods over the region. The floods were greater than any known during recorded history, depositing silt and gigantic boulders all the way to the coast and beyond, and creating huge subterranean canyons at the mouth of the Columbia River. The gigantic braided lake and river beds that were left behind are called coulees – areas of water-cut mesas and gorges. Grand Coulee Dam spans one of the higher coulees and dams the upper Columbia River for hydroelectric power.

We crossed the Columbia at another hydroelectric dam, the Chief Joseph Dam, then began climbing into fir forest. Everywhere there was running and falling water. The rivers were at spring flood stage and water seemed to pour out of bare rock and over canyon walls everywhere we looked.

We reached the Canadian border at Osoyoos, a smaller border station than the main one near Vancouver. The Canadian customs official was most interested in what we had for weapons. He seemed to think that, as Americans, we must have firearms in the coach and was skeptical as we proclaimed that we had none. Two minutes later, we were in Canada!

Our path into Canada followed the Osoyoos River into the Okanagan Valley. This area is actually the northern limit of the Sonoran Desert – yes, desert in Canada! Although the area only gets about 10-14 inches of rain (and a dusting of snow), irrigation made it a paradise of fruit orchards and truck farms. Water is plentiful in nearby rivers and lakes; it just had to be piped in. In the past 15 years, the area has warmed by several degrees, resulting in milder winters. The warmer climate now permits growing noble varieties of wine grapes. There are over 100 estate wineries in the valley, mostly established within the last 20 years in place of tree fruit orchards.

On Friday afternoon our group toured three wineries, with talks by the vintners about their styles and methods of wine production. The area still gets hard winter freezes (most years) and one of the wineries specializes in the production of ice wines. To make ice wine, a vintner has to take a big risk and leave fruit on the vine until it freezes hard. The frozen berries are hand picked, often at 2 AM, and immediately pressed to separate a concentrated juice from the ice crystals. The wine is a sweet dessert wine with intense fruitiness. Another vintner specializes in wines made from fruit or fruit-grape blends. The third was a marvel of modern technology applied to winemaking. Then, we stopped for local fruit and produce. Strawberries and cherries were just coming into season and were perfectly ripe and sweet.

The Caravan Converges

On Monday June 4, we made our way east along the Columbia Gorge then north into Washington. Our goal was Ephrata, Washington, the rendezvous point for our Alaska RV caravan. We crossed the Columbia River east of The Dalles and climbed (and climbed and climbed) from the arid north river bank through high desert terrain to prairie and irrigated farm fields near Goldendale (the site of a prominent public observatory) and finally into fir forest with slopes steep enough for winter “snow play” recreation. We spent Monday night at Brooks Memorial State Park north of Goldendale. Unfortunately, the sky was too overcast to return to the Observatory for the evening open telescope.

Tuesday, we traveled north through “Washington’s Palm Springs”, a region of high desert near Yakima, then into an area of orchards and alfalfa farms near Ephrata. Upon arriving at our rendezvous RV park, we met the wagon master and tail gunner staff of our caravan, as well as the other guests. The staff consists of two couples, the leaders, or wagon master, who handle the finances and logistics, and the tail gunners, who follow the guests, prepared to assist in case of breakdown or to rescue any one who gets lost.

The guests come from all over the US, from New Hampshire and Florida to Utah and California (us!). Our caravan has 14 guest couples and our two staff couples, 32 people total. We have a wide variety of RV’s. Several couples have 40-foot diesel buses; several have large fifth wheel trailers towed by full-size pickups. We are the smallest motor home, as we expected, but one couple is making the trip in a truck camper and another will spend 3 months in a 16-foot fiberglass trailer towed by an SUV.

Our first afternoon and evening was spent in an orientation and get-acquainted meeting. The tail gunner Larry checked all the vehicles for soundness and assisted with minor maintenance issues. We had mail forwarded to General Delivery at the Ephrata post office so went into town to claim it and to find the RV supply dealer to pick up some forgotten items. Then, we made what we thought would be one last stop at Walmart to get Steve some sweatpants, since he thought he’d forgotten his. Well, there were no sweatpants at this time of year. It took stops at 4 more Walmarts on our way north before we found some in stock. Of course, several days after buying two pair, Steve found that he had indeed packed sweatpants but not sweatshirts!

Wednesday night, we turned in late, both eager and a little apprehensive about the start of our Alaska adventure.

The Columbia Gorge

We left the Monaco Service Center Friday morning, June 1 and drove about 150 miles past Portland to the Columbia River gorge. We found a spot at Ainsworth State Park near Cascade Locks. This is a small park in the woods south of the river bank – very nice facilities (full hookups for $16/night and free hot showers), green and moist and fairly cool for the gorge area, and quiet except for the ubiquitous freight trains rumbling along the tracks near the river. Saturday was Oregon State Parks Day, a free night of camping as a thank you to supporters and users.

We spent the weekend viewing waterfalls, including Horsetail Falls and Multnomah Falls, driving what remains of the historic highway along the river bank, and visiting Bonneville Dam and Fish Hatchery. Unfortunately, Steve caught a cold and felt progressively worse over the weekend so we didn’t take our planned drive around Mount Hood and didn’t do any hiking. We stayed an extra night at Ainsworth to give him a chance to recover and as a result, I got to take a tour of the Pendleton Woolen Mill in Washougal, WA on Monday morning. Pendleton processes scoured wool, dyes it, spins the yarn for their yardage, weaves the cloth and fulls or felts the yardage. The goods then are cut and sewn into garments, scarves, purses, etc. or sold as fabric to home sewers and for upholstery. Some of the yarn is diverted to another mill at Pendleton, OR (well east of where we were) for weaving into patterned Indian blankets and robes. I had visited this mill more than 20 years ago and welcomed the chance to take the tour again.

Monday noontime, after returning from the tour, we moved east along the gorge, crossed the Columbia River into Washington and headed north. The terrain change moving east is almost startling. Thick green forest changes to sagebrush and rock. The river is windy - it is not uncommon to see whitecaps out on the water. The area around Hood River is a favorite spot for sailboarding. Surprisingly, the eastern part of Oregon and Washington, and the central area of British Columbia, is desert!

Camp Monaco

Camp Monaco is the (tongue-in-cheek) name of the RV facilities at Monaco Coach Corp. Factory Service Centers. We arrived at the facility in Harrisburg, OR on Memorial Day for a brief visit. The coach had a couple of minor issues (and one that could have been a major problem) that we wanted fixed before heading out to Alaska.

We parked with water and electric each evening then had to evacuate the coach (including the dogs) each morning by 7 AM. The technicians then drove the coach into the shop, worked on it until about 4 PM and returned it to our site for the night. The dogs were welcome in the customer lounge (but not on the furniture, which disappointed our pair since they have couch privileges at home). Otherwise, we had to drive them around with us.

A funny noise from the engine compartment turned out to be potentially serious. The dash air conditioner clutch was not releasing. It could have seized and, if it did, could have snapped the main drive belt. We would then have been “dead in the water” until we could be towed to a service facility to have a new belt installed. Luckily, the Coburg, OR Cummins Northwest service center could fit us in and got it fixed (under warranty).

Also, mechanic Mike at Top Flight Automotive in Junction City was able to locate and fix a gas leak in the Suzuki. Apparently, the gasket around the fuel sender at the top of the gas tank was not sealing. Now, we no longer smell gas dripping from the ‘Zuki (not a good thing when you’re towing it behind a motorhome full of gas and propane, with the potential of sparks from rocks or a dragging tow cable igniting the whole rig!).

We spent three days dealing with the service issues and shopping for forgotten items. We were finished Thursday evening, May 31, and able to resume our vacation Friday morning, June 1.

Departure Day - at last!

Our departure was delayed due to several unexpected problems at home. The house refrigerator died just days before leaving. We had to shift all the food into the RV 'fridge (even food not planned for the trip). Then we had to shop for a new one and wait for delivery so we'd have somewhere to put leftovers on our return. Also, packing just took longer than planned. We finally left LA on Tuesday May 22. We had to skip a side trip to San Francisco to visit friends. Instead, we zipped up the I-5, stopping for dinner at Harris Ranch (>$100 for Beef Wellington, a nice grilled steak and 2 glasses of Pinot Noir!), and stayed in their truck/RV parking lot for the night. (After blowing the daily budget on prime ranch-raised beef, it was nice to have a free, if noisy, campsite.)

Wednesday found us at Lake Shasta, in the wooded Forest Service campground at Lakehead. We noticed that the blooming wildflowers changed as we drove north - here the lupine was just finishing its bloom while at home it was long past. However, the lake was low - about the same level as we saw on our stop last August, despite the winter inflow. Just north of the lake, Mount Shasta still has a deep snow cover.

On Thursday May 24 we passed into Oregon and stopped at a membership RV park in Sutherlin, OR, north of Roseburg. Then we spent Memorial Day weekend with friends at Silver Falls State Park near Salem, OR. We had a light shower Sunday morning. It was nice to see water falling from the sky after Southern California's winter of drought. The woods are lush and green in Oregon and there are ferns and wildflowers everywhere. The lupine is in full spike and so thick at the edges of the woods that the ground is solid purple or blue. Silver Falls State Park is known for its waterfalls, including several where the trail goes behind the falls. We visited four waterfalls in two short hikes during the weekend. It's a unique experience to have water cascading over you while standing behind the fall. Each of our trips seems to develop a theme without our planning one. This time, the theme seems to be waterfalls - more about that later.

D-day minus 1

Tomorrow morning, we pull away from home and start our Alaska adventure. We're frantically running around doing all the last-minute (and forgotten-until-now) stuff. We still have 2½ weeks until our caravan rendez-vous in Ephrata, Washington. However, we'll be busy until then.

First we stop in the Bay area to visit friends. We'll camp at Anthony Chabot Regional Park in Oakland (actually closer to Castro Valley) Monday and Tuesday. Then we head for Oregon - Wednesday night at the Antlers Forest Service Campground by Lake Shasta, Thursday night somewhere in southern Oregon then we meet friends near Salem, OR for a Memorial Day weekend campout at Silver Falls State Park.

The last week in May will be spent at the Monaco Coach Corp. Service Center in Harrisburg, OR. They will do some warranty work on the coach while we camp in "Camp Monaco", the campground on the premises.

June 1, we're headed for the Columbia Gorge and a fun time viewing the waterfalls that feed the Columbia River. (In ~1985, I took my mother, sister and niece on a trip through the Northwest. My niece and I especially remember climbing the cliff and walking BEHIND the waterfall at Multnomah Falls. I don't know if that's still possible but I look forward to visiting that site again.) We'll go as far east as Hood River then turn north into central Washington to arrive in Ephrata on June 5. Then, the adventure really begins!

Preparations

With only 5 weeks before departure, our preparations are moving along. We had a Sirius satellite radio installed in the coach last Saturday. Sirius uses a highly elliptical orbit for its satellites, so there is fair coverage in Canada and southern coastal Alaska. Since we will spend many days in the "outback" of Canada, Sirius will keep us in touch with the world and provide entertainment.

We had a spare tire for the coach mounted to a spare rim. The only place to carry this 100+ pound tire is in the cargo bay of the 'Zuki. So, we won't be able to carry firewood in that compartment. We'll have to buy local wood for campfires.

We have a service appointment next week for a thorough inspection and testing of all systems. We surely don't want the refrigerator to fail when we're days away from an RV service facility!

Then, it's time for the people and dogs to have their check-ups, too. The dogs need proof of recent vaccinations for all the usual diseases and an international health certificate in order to cross the borders. We humans need current passports to return from Canada back into the US. We also need to bone up on agricultural regulations in both directions. For example, no stone fruit can go into Canada and no potatoes or beef products (fresh or cooked) can go from Canada into the US.

In the final days before departure, we'll have to pack and load a 3-month supply of all the essentials - medicines, unusual toiletries, dog food (so they'll be sure to have their accustomed diet), books to read, movies to watch on the DVD player and so on. And, since it costs fuel money to drive every ounce around, we have to carefully consider and justify every item we pack.

After a year and a half of anticipation, we're nearly at D-day!