“Honey, what time is it?”
“Four o’clock”
“But it’s light outside”
“We are 800 miles further north”
“Oh”
That is how our Day 26 started.
Of course, now I was awake, the call of nature beckoned, so I had to get up, and was forced to watch a stunning sunrise over the foothills of the Rockies.
The rest of the day was interesting.
We got out of the coach to check on the car and get ready to depart our overnight rest area, and found that some creature, some wild unimaginable beast of the forest had been right by the door, leaving massive scary footprints!!
Actually, they were the prints of a fox or at best a coyote.
Your fearless heroes have purchased a book wot shows all mammals tracks, so we examined the prints, took pix, measured them, took plaster casts, sent them off to the lab………………oops, I’ve been reading too many detective novels.
So, on we went, into the sun.
90 miles later we came to the next goal on our journey, Dawson Creek, the official start of the Alaska Highway, that 2000 mile road, built by intrepid engineers of the US Army in just 8 months in 1942, to carry supplies and stuff to fight off the Japanese invasion…………which never occurred.
The trip, short though it was, reminded us very much of the fields of England, so many different shades of green, lots of cows and horses and farms, all that was missing were the hedges outlining the fields.
The small herd of bison kind of spoiled the illusion though.
We had not really decided on a campground for the next few days, coz none of the ones we called had availability for the full 3 nights we wanted, so we dropped the coach at the local grocery store parking lot, and went off site hunting in the yellow peril.
We drove 10 miles out of town and found this wonderful little site, known as Farmington Fairways.
For those illustrious readers following our tour on Google Earth, look it up, it’s different.
We brought the coach up here, backed into the site, and found that first we had to drag our 50 amp electric cable until it was horizontal ,through some bushes, to reach, just, the socket, then the water hose was passed through the window of the adjacent, unfinished laundry room and finally, the sewer connection was so far away, the owner Bob brought an extra length of plastic sewer pipe, I had to use 2 sections of flexi sewer hose, and half a roll of duct tape to make the connection!!
We then went inside the office to pay, and the girl said your site doesn’t have a number, what’s your name? Let’s just call it after you!
So we are now at the officially named Clive Site. We so wanted to pay, but she said, do you wanna start a tab? No big deal, if you want to play golf everything is 20% off.
We just laffed, coz it is a beautiful campground, and we are overlooking the first tee of the golf course which forms part of this establishment.
John, eat your heart out, it’s a golferists paradise!!! It is now 8.38 in the evening and some people are just teeing off!
It gets dark around 10.30 this time of year.
After we settled in it was a chill out day, Marlipops pampered herself, and I took a very long nap. It is interesting, that after several days of concentrated driving, I don’t feel tired, but once I have a relaxing day, it really catches up with me.
The local sampling of beer today was Jack Rabbit Light, brewed by Big Rock Brewery, Alberta Canada, a pretty bland concoction, so I had to resort to some purchased previously.
Wildlife watch today was non existent, apart from the above mentioned bison, and twenty million skeeters!!!
