A YEAR ON THE ROAD IN OUR MOTORHOME
June, 1991 to June, 1992

BOOK 3/PAGE 1

We stop at the Kleanza Provincial Park and find a lovely campsite right next to the river. A wonderful place to have dinner, listen to the rushing river, and sleep at night. On the left is a free campsite just north of Kitimat with huge (over 150' high) Sitka spruce trees.

Sam takes his turn at driving and backing up. Then it is on to Prince Rupert where we catch the ferry for the 6 hours trip to the Queen Charlotte Islands.

We find a nice campsite on the western part of the main island and wander around the shore line. The blow hole is awesome! On the shore we find what I call "sea snakes"! which are actually some sort of seaweed.

The huge rock shown on the left is most unusual and we find a nice, small piece which we collect and now have on your deck in Anderson. The next day we read about a shipwreck that can be reached by a trail to the beach the goes through a rain forest. It is amazing, the vegetation is most strange but very pretty to see and walk through. The trees are so tall and so dense that little sunlight get through to the forest floor.

While walking along the trail I am slightly ahead of Jeanne. I round a bend in the trail and see a small bridge over a creek. At that moment, a black bear is about 1/2 way across the bridge. We both stop, look, and then both of use retreat the way we came. I do stop and take a quick picture - the bear is in the red circle. Interesting situation. Wonder what would have happened if one of us didn't retreat.

After what seems to be quite a long time, several hours or more we still haven't come to the shipwreck. Several times we consider turning back but, since both of us are rather stubborn, we continue on and finally find the shipwreck. When we get back to the RV after another several hour walk we read the sign at the trail head more closely and discover the shipwreck is 6 MILES ONE WAY! But the walk certainly killed the better part of the day.

We take the ferry back to the mainland and head east to the Yellowstone Highway which leads down to Price George where we will pick up the road to Vancouver, BC. On the way we stop at Moricetown where local indians, Wet'suwet'en, exercise their right to fish for salmon in a gorge nearby. The climb out on the rocks, using small wooden bridges they built, and fish using a long pole with a big steel hook on the end. They lower the hook down into the pools near the rocks and jerk it up to hook a salmon that is trying to get upstream. When they hook one, if it is big enough, they take it off the hook on the rock and club it to death. Then they lower the hook for more.