We , the BobbseyTwins, were so excited that Canadian Tire called to say that the Master Brake Cylinder had arrived from Edmonton, and the camper would be ready by noon. We were packed and ready and eager to motor.
Of course, Miss Cranky Pants had her own plans. We arrived after 11am. and didn’t get out of there until 4p.m. She needed a new fan clutch, back brake work..blah blah blah. I lost it a little today. I couldn’t find my Pollyanna persona. No silver linings. Actually cried. I am really sick of spending time at garages! We are so close to getting to Alaska, but then are about 4-5 days behind on our initial plans. Where are the times for hikes and exploring? We need to put in long hours in the unairconditioned, fumy camper, to get to only some of our destinations. Alright then, I’ve fumed myself here long enough, and it doesn’t actually help. Back to Polly. But thanks for listening.
I felt so much better once we were out of Grande Prairie…the open road and big sky were invigorating.
We crossed the Alberta, British Columbia border, and soon saw this…we were at Mile One of the Alaska Highway, which will take us through B.C. and Yukon before we get to Alaska…but the road has been begun.
At Mile 30, (all the miles are marked,) we came to the South Taylor Hill…with a 10% grade decline..our steepest descent ever! Once down, you can see the Peace River Bridge, the longest water span over the Alaska Highway, built in 1942 , replacing ferry service and changing the course of this famous highway.
We arrived at 8 at Rosco’s RV Park in Taylor. Offices at campsites tend to close at 8…This site was packed with trailers, cheek to jowl. The site owner told us that men and women working on the oil fields, all around here, make this their home away from home, and just leave for work in their cars. I thought this fellow was feeling very much at home.