Showing posts with label Stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stewart. Show all posts

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Day 18 Hyder Alaska and Stewart B.C.

Kinaskan Lake
229 miles (Kinaskan Provincial Park to Camp Run-a-Muck) including a 45 mile round trip to the largest glacier one can drive to- Salmon Glacier. Unfortunately, you can’t access it on foot. I suppose if you're super adventurous you could hike down to it. 


Cassiar Mountains, I think
Finally left at a reasonable time this morning. Continuing down the Cassiar Highway I successfully crossed several of my favorite grated bridge decks and maneuvered the first 10% grade I’ve seen on the trip. Most have been 6-8%. It was a short section so no problem.




The Cassiar Highway was much busier today. There seemed to be a caravan of monster rvs and many more big trucks. It was still less busy than most roads back home.


Cassiar Highway
The Autumn colors are muted yellows and golds of cottonwood, alder, and willow along the highway. I don’t think it gets as cold as some areas to bring on the near fluorescent colors or the soils are different. It’s Autumn here, the scent of it permeates the air. Advice- When one pulls off to look at the scenery and finds a fresh pile of bear poop and there’s so much shrubbery around one can’t see what’s around- it’s a good idea to call out “hey bear” and maybe clap one’s hands. I didn’t see anything but was watchful, nonetheless.


Cassiar Mountains?
The further south I travel the more the forest changes. Firs have become dominant instead of the stunted spruce.  

I would like to have known the Cassiar Highway before the transmission lines. It must have been even more beautiful with the thickness of spruce and pine and fir and birch, alder, cottonwood, willow, and so many varieties of berry bushes. The views would have been forever clear in the shadow of the glaciers.


Bear Glacier
Once I turn off the Cassiar, the highway to the Stewart-Hyder communities looks just like home, deep evergreen; plus it’s cloudy and rainy. This is my side trip to Stewart, B.C./Hyder, Alaska. Check out a map because they are right next to each other and in two different countries. They lie at the head of the Portland Canal which is saltwater and the fourth longest fjord in the world. Quite the unique little communities that once boasted 10,000 people in the 1920s. Not even close today; Stewart at 699 and Hyder at 100. There’s still mining occurring, plus logging, fishing, tourism, and construction of more transmission lines through the wilderness. 

The drive from the junction of the Cassiar Highway to Stewart-Hyder is 40 miles of fabulous scenery. Bear River canyon, Bear Glacier, steep-walled high-rise mountains with 72 avalanche paths between the highway junction and Stewart. Rugged remote breath-taking country.


The bus


After I set up camp I head back to Stewart for clothes soap and lunch. I stopped at the Stewart Info center to find a good place to eat. Go to the bus; huh? Yep, it’s the Seafood Express in a bus- now in its 18th year! Back I go to Hyder, turn into a neighborhood to find the only fresh fish in town. I had a delightful grilled halibut burger with fries and a small apple fritter (she threw it in because she had just made them this morning using her apples before the bear got them). She showed me her door that the black bear busted and the nail-filled board to keep it out. I watched the ravens and eagles play on the wind above the ridge while she cooked my fresh food.  Yeah, when in Hyder, eat at the bus.


the mountains and estuary at head of Portland Canal
I left the trailer at the Camp Run-a-Muck RV park and drove up a terrible road to the Salmon Glacier. There’s no way a trailer should be towed up this road. I saw rental RVs and others and am amazed they made it. It was very rough, very steep and windy in sections with a drop off to certain death, plus somewhat slick from the rain. Fortunately, I have 4wd so not a big deal when not towing a trailer. I did try to save my poor brakes coming back down by using every gear but 4lo. The Salmon glacier is big and blue and white. The clouds had moved in so I couldn’t see all of the surrounding mountains but I got the gist of it- big! The road leads past the Fish Creek bear viewing platform which I will visit in the morning (10 minutes from my camp site). They haven’t been seeing any grizzly lately but that’s okay, I’m game for whatever comes along. The spawners are mostly pink salmon with some chum thrown in. It smells badly. I’m at the end of the season so I guess there’s not quite as much activity. I read that the Kermode bears can be seen here; a unique white form of black bear. Wolves have been known to show up to snatch a salmon also (my next adventure is to see that).


Salmon Glacier


Hell of a road!


I’m not real impressed with the RV Park. There was a medical emergency so I just pulled in and found a spot knowing they’d find me later. There’s no wifi or cell service. The laundry is pricey and 8 minute showers are $3. They even lock the restrooms up at night and open them whenever they get around to it in the morning. I now have something to compare it with and no others lock up the restrooms at night. Cheap at $28 but barely worth it with all the extra costs and lack of other services.


Amanita muscaria- found all over the RV park

Camp Run-a-Muck camp site
Seeing the destruction from the transmission lines has been deeply troubling. My MP3 player was playing the soundtrack from the documentary “How the West was Won” while I traveled through some pretty massive damage. I grieve for the scars we are leaving on the land and pray that future generations forgive us. It just seems like there’s a better way to provide services to communities without destroying the land. When do we stop? We are all a part of this. Am I being selfish or judgmental that these communities don’t deserve electricity? I don’t know, I do know that other communities all over the world have found alternative ways to become self-sufficient that don’t cause such destruction. Painful. 


Bald eagle munching on spawned salmon carcass


Spawning salmon

On to frivolous things. Six motion pictures have been filmed in Stewart- Bear Island (1979), The Thing (1982), Iceman (1984), Leaving Normal (1992), Insomnia (2002), and Eight Below (2005). Famous, albeit, remote place.

Salmon River
Oh- the Canadians have a checkpoint between Hyder and Stewart so I had to pass through it to go to the store and then again to leave. Just keeping track of my movements.

Wildlife- heard varied thrush, crows (first I’ve heard since starting the trip), common loons, red-tailed hawk, bald eagles, and mew gulls.

Lesson #18- Stop to feel the land, inhale its unique scent, listen to its music through raven, loon, wolf. Remember the places you visit. Remember your place.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Day 16 Closer to Cassiar

The results of yesterdays 80 miles of Yukon Road
Badge of honor
289 miles today- Whitehorse Walmart to Downtown RV Park; much better. I’m back at the Downtown RV Park in Watson Lake. I really needed a shower and wanted to get some entries posted in the blog before I enter the real hinterlands down the Cassiar Highway! Unfortunately, I only get 2- ½ hour wifi sessions again so I’m posting these on the morning of the 17th day so I can edit them when I’m awake.

Today started quite briskly in Whitehorse. Usually I get dressed in the morning and take Templeton out for a potty walk then return for breakfast and tea. Sometime during the night the trailer door popped open and since he had jumped off of the bed before I rolled out he decided to go on his own. We’re in a Walmart parking lot next to a busy road!! I jump outside in nightshirt and flannel pants and call to stop him. I finally convince him to come back when I walk to the truck and say let’s go for a ride. So scary. Damn door is curved and is a crappy design. My son Allen has spent a lot of time trying to get it to close properly which we thought was fixed. Unfortunately, the constant rattling of the Yukon roads are causing issues. Tonight it’s closed and bungee corded. Thank goodness we weren’t at Pine Lake- known for bears- because there was a bunch of dog food all over the floor (don’t ask)!


Templeton's new spot to travel. On top of the pile o'stuff behind and sort of between the truck seats.
Then after I posted my “badge of honor” muddy vehicle photos, Allen texted that one of my tires looked pretty low. All of the tires were 6 pounds under which may be the reason the 4wd wasn’t working quite right. I must have spent an hour literally driving in circles around Whitehorse trying to find air for the tires. All of the tire stores and automotive-type shops were closed- including Jiffy Lube. And the gas stations didn’t have air- well one did but I couldn’t get the trailer and truck into it. I finally stopped by the information center and they told me about one at the other end of town- been there twice now. Back I go and yay- they have air for my tire. The truck handled much better today. I didn’t get out of town until 12:30. Ugh. I really wanted to stop at a couple of museums but no time.

My drive was taken up listening to “Trucker” radio out of Ontario because I forgot to change out my CDs. I can only listen to the same ones over and over a couple of times. Trucker radio is country but not the new stuff that sounds like pop music. And they did interviews with various trucker people including a 22 year old woman who is a trucker. Different world.


Just another lovely river view
There wasn’t much Autumn color today. This section will be lovely a week or so from now. Like much of the trip the road is nearly always in the shadow of mythic mountains. So high above you that you are humbled by their magnificent size. I never get tired of being in their presence. I don’t know their names and really don’t feel a need to. I feel like I’m the size of a flea.

I went through an area called Carcross, short for caribou crossing. There used to be thousands of caribou in the area. Once the Alaska Highway was built the population dropped to a few hundred. The numbers are around 1,600 now. The highway cut through the migration path of the caribou, allowed for more killing of them, and loss of habitat from mining and logging. I have a lot of time to ponder such things and this highway is so much bigger than it seems. In 1942, in the name of security, the U.S. and Canada built a road through the wilderness with absolutely no regard for the people whose land it was nor for the wildlife that utilized the wilderness. This type of disregard for the First Nations/Native Americans is still occurring. Just look at the huge stand being taken in South Dakota. The tribes are standing up for their land and water because an oil pipeline is being shoved down their throats. How ridiculous. Greed has destroyed our planet, our water, our air, and so many people. When the hell do we stop? Maybe the South Dakota conflict will be the turning point to put the land, the wildlife, and the people first. Rant done.


Rainbow over the highway
Tomorrow I head a new way toward Prince George to save 130 miles but has so much beauty I hope to take a few days enjoying it. The Cassiar Highway offers Stewart B.C. with Hyder Alaska across the road. Hyder is the location of the Fish Creek bear platform where you can watch them fishing (google it and watch the videos). Also, farther south is Kitwanga, home of some of the oldest totem poles and the 'Ksan Historical Indian Village nearby. I have no idea where I’ll be camping except, hopefully, Camp Run-a-Muck RV park in Hyder tomorrow night. Maybe Kantishna Lake tonight. And somewhere near Kitwanga or along the Yellowhead Hwy 16. It's 2 days to home from Prince George.

See ya on the other side because I don’t know if wifi is available anywhere along the road.

Wildlife- American kestrels, red-tail hawk, magpies (I see them nearly every day), golden eagle, sharp-shinned hawk, and some sort of little bird that likes to sit in the middle of the road doing something (they have a slightly yellow breast).



Lesson #16 Give your dog treats whenever he gets in the truck to go for a ride, just in case of an emergency.