We've seen smithers. It had a railroad; something the cassiar hwy towns lacked. They had tales of the telegraph and a gold rush in the 1870s. Also a jade mine and bucolic kitwanga at its end.
The farm scenes just north of smithers, with hay bales beneath treed mtn slopes and glaciers, were beautiful.
Today we drove past the turn to Likely, the scene of the recent, horrendous tailings dam failure of the Polley mine. Just on down the Fraser river valley we came to Quesnel, which busily raises dust and sawdust and other airborne pollutants. Its gold rush occurred in the 1840s. The valley was so hazy for many miles that we suspected a forest fire was the cause, but nothing on the news.
Then we came down past soda creek and the canyon to Williams lake, which is laid out along the valley and the shelf and which is also quite busy.
The roads are much better and faster, and with fields and haze and people we feel like the north is behind us. There is dark each day and it is easier to sleep, and see the dusk and dawn.
And finally, happy birthday to dg. Sorry to miss the bbq, but I ate a couple of wursts last night as a gesture of solidarity.
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