Westward Ho then Northbound to Alaska

Finally departed the new home in south central PA and headed west toward the big trout country in NE Utah on the Green River in Dutch John. New route for us this year due to the move and I’ll be up front that being 250 miles shorter I-70 in Ohio and Indiana sucks the big lemon even more than it did in the 70s and 80s when I was doing this after escaping the clutches of the Army in 1970.

I’ve always loved to travel via land as that way one has control over most every part of the trip if the logistics are adhered to and no surprises occur. One also gets to see how the land, the earth’s surface defines the humanity that lives upon it. It takes a certain kind of person to live in a city, on 400 acres in Nebraska, on the end of a 2 mile drive in the Rockies and in the bottomlands along the Mississippi. As much as I love to fly to Argentina, Chile, Baja, and Central America at the end of the day my preference is the plan, then the drive. And you get to meet people you never would at 38K feet of altitude.
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The last four years the wife and I have hit the Green River coming from three different directions so we decided to enhance the trip, or I did, with an additional leg, Alaska. She was to fly to Fairbanks from Dulles and I was to hit the Green for a week then high tail it north and meet her at Eielson AFB outside Fairbanks to meet up with grandson #2 who is stationed there with wife and great grandson. Bonus though as we learned three weeks ago there’s a great grand daughter on the way in November. Then the fly landed in the ointment and the wife got the Gitchie Goomies about flying out of Dulles or anywhere else on the east coast after recent events. I made the executive decision that I would take her with me to Dutch John, then to Salt Lake so she could rest for a couple days then fly to Fairbanks via SeaTac and chill then ride home with me after taking our sweet time. She loves the area around DJ so it was a win win, plus she and the guide I use have become besties.

Initially I had planned three days out to DJ but decided five with a complete day off in Lincoln NE for rest and truck service which should get me to AK and back to Calgary at about 6K miles if logistics work out. Might just have an early service done at the GMC dealer in Fairbanks and be safe though. Props to Husker GMC in Lincoln for a complete service and truck wash in under 2.5 hours. With rain in every state except PA, some with hail and tornado warnings and a 25 mph headwind until we dropped off I-80 at Rock Springs and hit DJ at 2pm on Saturday it was pay attention when you open the door dear! Today at the 2558 mark the mpg is sitting at 26.7 for the 3.0 liter Duramax here in SLC.

Now, the important part. The first time I fished the Green in my travels with the wife I used the Spinner Fall service and they’ve worked out great. The last three times I’ve had the same guide everyday except once as there was an overlap with a previous client so I did the right thing and let it roll. I book again when I get home so no issues as the guide and I have basically agreed on timing. I think another reason the wife wanted to come was she and the guide really connected which makes my day (and future days) smooth as butter. His daughter and my wife share the same birthday. Wife rides at least one time, although last year it was twice. I fish and she gets a history, flora, and fauna lesson from the guide. She was born in Devon England and had never been west of the Mississippi until five years ago. Makes her happy even after 56 years with me.

We did section C the first day followed by 2 A’s then B Had a half day scheduled for Thursday but we decided to cancel and head west. When we arrived the water from the dam was running at 600 cfs and the big drop had yet to occur. Bugs were midges (groan), scuds, sow bugs, a few, and I mean few BWO & PMDs. Cicadas were loud at places but very few, less than 5 on the water in 4 days. Cranefly larvae were abundant under rocks at waters edge in a few spots about ready to blow up. If fact probably everything blew up an hour after we left so I’m happy to have been a catalyst if that happened.
Rods I brought: Sage XP 9’/6, Scott 8’4”/5, Scott 8’8”/3, and Steffen 8’6” 6/7. Never used the 3 wt even though it’s been with me since it came out of Scott’s shop in the early 90s.
Reels Ross LTX & Hatch Finatic Gen 1 - Lines were S/A and Air Flo.
After spending the last 30+ years fishing saltwater from beach and boat we sold the boat early last year and other than a couple of trips to the Green and 2 Argentina it’s been salt salt salt. A 6 wt can feel like a 3 after wielding a 10 for decades.

Day 1: C Section Browns Park - Swallow Canyon 12+ miles
Dry dropper Cricket & big ant with various nymphs including perdigon. Tough water at low level which it was running at. Being the first day focused on seeing and fishing pockets close to bank and seams behind rocks. Caught & released maybe 15 +/- fish with Browns being the predominant trout vs rainbows. Lots of white fish showing but none to net. Didn’t bother with camera much as I was focusing on warming up and getting the rust off. One aspect of the C section that I continued to see were the runs of riffles, bank to bank that screamed Syl Nemes and a brace of soft hackles. Kept thinking of @Dave Westburg. I’ve got this penciled in for next time as there are multiple opportunities but would have to be planned prior due to length of the section. Did have a weird mishap with a new AirFlo 6 weight 2.0 line on the Ross LTX. Stripping line off I noticed the core and the coating had come apart for about 2 feet. Second time with an AirFlo and I spoke harshly at it. After getting that out of my system thought more about it and the LTX being L/A and narrow might I have stripped line off the reel against the near edge and split the line where it engaged the edge when stripping? Inquiring minds.

Days 2&3 A Section Dam - Little Hole 7 miles
Dry droppers cicada - cricket w baby fry & assorted nymph. This area by far has the most fish, the most holding areas, along with the least glare due to the high canyon walls. It is also the heaviest fished area. Over the course of the the two days probably had 25-30 fish come to the net on average including bonus points for 2 Cuts. Math wise 60/35/5%, Browns/Bows/Cuts. Really focused on learning to read seams 3-5’ out from the bank, see where the bottom fly was in relation to top fly, eliminate drag, and watch for movement away from the fly. Practice practice practice! With the new eyes (cataract surgery & lenses) I had to learn to focus on an area rather than a spot. Peripheral sight became tricky but the more I focused on the area, rather than the indicator, the easier it became. Browns were 18/20”, bows really fat and the same size wise with the cuts heavy & healthy. Bossman awarded me 2 Green River ‘Slams. Fish were happy, the wife was happy on the day she rode and the so was I. Sorry if I missed some bow images. Eyes are crossed at the moment.
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Day 4 B Section Little Hole - Browns Park 9 miles
Fished the Sage & the Steffen, both with 6wt floaters. Same type of flies.
I love this water. It has everything to get the juices flowing. Best day by far probably due to previous 3 days of practice. A lot of fish from the seam and edges on back eddies with their reverse flows. Fish laying face downstream mode waiting in ambush mode then attacking. This was the only area where fish rose to top fly and engaged. Biggest fish including a couple each, Browns and Rainbows that went 20”. Didn’t take a lot of images as I was busy casting, hooking realeasing fish. Did get 3 fat Cuts so more slams. This stretch is more open so the glare, especially with the new eyes was tough on me but bossman would call out 10 o’clock 3’ from the bank and more times than not connect. The wind would come screaming down the river then disappear for an hour then do it again so he waited for a good area to baptise the Steffen and it was a trip moving from an XP to a glass rod. I did come unglued from 3 in a row on the Steffen due to what I think was the softer tip and operator error. Probably more so operator. Three or four nice fish, browns and bows were introduced to the net via the Steffen so good times all around. Thanks again @clarkman for reigniting my interest in ‘glass.
Learning to see the area of the water, location of both flies, and upcoming water, rocks, submerged and above water was key along with a guide that speaks to trout and knows what you’re thinking before you do really helps.
A couple more for posterity’s sake:
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Thanks again for coming along. We’re currently in Salt Lake where she is going to hop on an Air Alaska and do a SLC - SeaTac to Fairbanks while I’m headed to Shelby Mt today on the first leg North to AK. Wanted to connect with a friend’s son who guides on the Big Mo but he’s booked solid at this time so maybe on the way home. Might try to catch up with @up2nogood as he’s along the way northbound unless he’s already departed for his honey hole on the Madison. Working on a tablet while the bride snores by the window so any misprints, poor English, weird colloquialisms, out of focus images are the responsibility solely of the author, wherever the hell he’s at!

To be continued from somewhere in the great Northwest!
 

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Sweet. I gotta go fish that fish factory one of these days.
Looking forward to tales from the rest of your journey. You’ll only be driving past approximately 1,437 rivers, lakes and streams begging to be fished.
 
Sweet. I gotta go fish that fish factory one of these days.
Looking forward to tales from the rest of your journey. You’ll only be driving past approximately 1,437 rivers, lakes and streams begging to be fished.
Matt, not that many miles from your home. Worth it just for the historical aspect. Some of the rock formations are mind bending. Have all my, and my grandsons equipment tucked away. Hoping for some time on the Tanana outside Fairbanks. Going to be passing through some historic Steelhead towns on the way up.
Smithers, Kispiox, Sheena area.
 
Keep us posted and safe travels!!!

cheers

Leaving Shelby Mt in 15 ……. hit customs in <hour.

I can see it now:

So what the hell you doing with all of this woman’s clothing? What’d you do with her, huh?

She sat on the SLC runway for 3 hours yesterday due to the issue at SeaTac. Missed her AK plane along with 200 other people. Don’t want to talk to her until tomorrow at the earliest.
 
Joe , I left for Montana yesterday . Sorry we didn't get to meet up. Sounds like your trip is going well. Enjoy ,and safe travels . In the process of breaking out the fly rods , and figuring out what part of the Madison to fish today , what a dilemma . :) Will meet up with a couple friends tomorrow , same ones we do our annual Bighorn trip in April . We are going to give Hebgen a shot tomorrow. Both of them are bringing their boats , so it will be a group affair . Both these guys live here in Montana, both of them spend a lot of time on Stillwater , so hope to learn more about fishing Hebgen.
 
So, catching up here, after leaving the spouse off at the airport and boogying out of SLC on I-15 heading for the border near Shelby MT I get a call from the spouse saying her flight is delayed to SeaTac and what should she do as there is only a 55 minute difference in plane change time before her final departs for Fairbanks. Being the husband I am I tell her to go with the flow and make the best of it as I’m beating feet north and forgetting a certain exit that @up2nogood lives near to do a face to face as I eluded to earlier. She calls me back (while I’m trying to outrun the cell signal) and tells me everything is grounded headed toward SeaTac due to the security threat and if anyone gets off the plane and they’re cleared they Are GONE. I tell her stay put and so like I do …make it up as you go. “But Eric is supposed to pick me up at 945….” she says and I say call Eric because I doubt I’ll make Fairbanks by 0330 because it’s 2900 miles and by now her connecting flight will have departed. 🤔
Next thing I know, just like one of my fave tv shows from the 50s The Twighlight Zone……..That signpost up ahead, your next stop……IMG_1668.jpeg I’ve missed the exit to @up2nogood ‘ville, by a bunch.
Apologies hopefully accepted and wishing you tight lines. Wanted to put at least 650 miles on today due to the late departure. Full tank of fuel gives me 700+/- miles so I’m going to make Helena before I stop. Which I did. Nailed a couple of 75 mph images enroute. Anaconda mine above Butte slowly eating away the mountain and this blip on the horizon north of Shelby.
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The “bump” on the horizon in the far distance east and north of Shelby is the West Butte.. it reminded me of a “monadnock” which is a mountain located on a peneplane standing pretty much alone in its environment. Due to the fact it occurred, West Butte that is, probably via erosion makes it a non-monadnock. Pardon the bugs of the windshield.

Day 2 was a decision day due to vacationers, storms, fires, and fuel stops. Snuck through Lethbridge which appears to be under construction from one edge to the other. Escaped north and made my way north skirting Calgary to the east. Initially thought of going up through Banff but was convinced by the volume of campers, self contained and 5th wheel that I would be locked in a funny farm by dark I proceeded to escape back to normalcy. Also remembered @Canuck from Kansas warning about the multitude of turistas. Moving north on good 2 lane roads I was impressed by the size, amount, and depth of black clouds coming over the mountains. I was not to be disappointed.
I figured by driving east and punching a hole to the base of the mountains then going north I would limit my time in the storms and if they, the storms were as large as the radar indicated they might keep the threat of fire down…….as lightning bolts zapped toward earth. It being Sunday most of the folks I met we beating a hasty repeat east toward home. Knowing from experience that having a great pair of sunglasses during torrential rain gives your vision a boost do the your pupils dilating it was off to races I went entail…….
Coming toward me, four way flashes going, lines of cars and campers and pick ups playing follow the leader slowly approached until white out and BB’s hammering a tune on my truck and me sliding forward slowly foot up and of any peddle that would potentially cause mayhem, throttle or brake. For about 2 miles at 10 mph hail storm, dime size, beat my eardrums up and drowned out Creedance Clearwater. No damage so up and at’m to Grande Prarie AB. 1417 miles since departing at 27.7 mpg in the baby diesel. Fuel equated to $0.047 an ounce by the liter so converting with the C$ vs A$ came out to be approximately $4.50 gallon
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Tomorrow the fun begins, through fire country over the mountains. It’s been over 40 years since I was last on 97 so I’m looking forward to it. A night at Watson Lake then off to Whitehorse, Haines Junction, across Hell’s Highway over the border to Eielson AFB where the bride awaits….amongst others.
Enough for today, the eyes and brain are tired.
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After a night in dreamland at the Hampton Inn and setting a fuel stop in Fort Nelson I departed Grande Prairie for Dawson Creek and Rt 97. Deciding to pass thru DC rather than around I noticed some familiar areas but a lot has changed in 40+ years. Fueled at Ft Nelson and set off for the visual stimulation of the cross over at Summit Lake and wondering if the Pocket Knife fire was going to interfere.
As it turned out the fire had jumped the highway but only caused two stoppages to clear debris either before or after Muncho. Can’t remember. What I did remember was after Summit Pass it’s pretty much downhill for 100+ miles to Coal River which is fun if your vehicle has an exhaust brake. It was in the Liard River area that the wildlife started to come out to play. Buffalo, bears and moose along with two lonely elk entertained me on my way into Watson Lake. Casually looked off to my left at one point and did a double take of a large bull Tatanka rolling in the dirt. Also started to note from quite a distance these black objects probably 25-30 feet off the highway at irregular interval which turned out to be young of the year black bears digging roots of some sort but only saw two full grown mothers nearby overseeing the teaching moment. At one point I came around a corner and standing in the road were about 10 Buffalo of a herd of approximately 50. Glad it wasn’t dark and I was closing in on Watson Lake. Needed to find a place to rest the head and found it at Air Force Lodge built in 1942. Watson Lake hadn’t changed much since the early 80s tho it now had a McDonaolds, sigh. Lots of memories at Watson Lake due to the fact it’s just east of the 37/97 intersection 37 being the famed Cassiar Highway. I’m going to post this now and finish up after playing with the great grandson today.
I believe I’m a week out here because I needed some R&R. Trip so far mileage fuel wise + 2.5 gallons of DEF.
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Wonderful and thanks the travel update. I guess given your schedule you didn't have time to stop at the hots springs - I was there with number 1 son at dawn, no one else around, soooo relaxing.

MacDonalds in Watson Lake? Oh my.

Continued safe travels!!!

cheers
 
Was wondering how you're doing. Dakotas had tornadoes 2 days ago and it looks like SnoPro is enjoying a mid summer ski session at Yellowstone
 
Thought about it but needed to find a place in Watson Lake besides I understand the springs are now surrounded by a 12’ fence with hot wires on top. Seems the bears enjoy it also but don’t like to share.
 
Decided to fuel and beat feet and try to make Fairbanks within the day 1250 klm. Fueled at Tags that has been located in Watson Lake in some form since dirt was invented. Met a lady about my age towing a 20’ cargo trailer with an elderly Silverado gasser. She’d sold her home in Alabama and was locked and loaded for Anchorage, actually Homer AK as she had purchased a home there on line Thought a lot about her for some time after departing. It’s people like her that decided sitting on their ass and hoping to win the lottery was bullshit and need to see what’s in the future. Kept thinking of Springsteens lyrics from the song about Hopes & Dreams. In my mind she’s there now and still exhilarated. Sign on the entrance to the Air Force Lodge I stayed at in Watson Lake. Clean, quiet, and cool.
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Headed west for Teslin and breakfast, through the early morning fog dodging moose and enjoying the abundant vistas as the sun claimed the sky. Caribou were on the move along with multiple herds of Bison.
It was a good morning. Lots of traffic in and around Teslin with the new bridge being set in. Think I may stop here on the return.
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Slowed at Whitehorse to top off then on to Haines Junction to have my eyeballs massaged by the visual backdrop. I had been wondering about the final section from Haines to the border then Tok and to Fairbanks. Back in the dark days of the early 80s the section from Haines to the border could best be described as “hardly improved gravel rocks ice snow and heartbreak.”
From Destruction Bay it was survival of the fittest. If I had one piece of advice to people pulling trailers, campers or otherwise on a static tow hitch, or older self contained campers stop in Haines and sell it while it still is in one piece. Fifth Wheel and newer Class A vehicles with the proper suspensions rode well. Appears the Dominion still believes if you’re headed to AK to spend your money the road is yours to fix USA.😉.
I spent as much time on the left side as the right or middle. The highway from the Bay reminded me of images from the Oregon Trail and the Okies migrating to California in the 30s. Proceed at your own risk.
Crossed the border into AK and stopped at customs for less than 3 minutes. What I did see is campers and travelers on both sides of egress having everything inside their vehicle lined up outside of vehicle for review. OUCH!
Stopped in Tok for fuel where I dropped trailers and picked up others to head back south in ‘80 & ‘81.
Long time ago in a place far far away. Bolted Tok hoping to make Eielson AFB before 9pm but decided to tell the family I’d be sleeping at North Pole AK when they got up in the morning and I could then proceed through the gate and grab a shower. Red Flag exercises were going on at the AFB so I’ll leave it at that.
One of the catalysts for this trip was my being involved in this from the early 70s until early 84. It kind of put the exclamation point on that life and helps me focus on the here and now.
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This is the big catalyst, Great Grandson Jaylen future A/F pilot: IMG_1944.jpeg

Final stats SLC / North Pole AK:
Departed SLC 6/14 1145hrs +/-
Arrived Eielson AFB 6/17 2100hrs

Miles - 2974.3
MPG - 27.8
MPH - 60.6

That’s pretty much it for now as we’re surrounded by wildfires and the air is not fit to breathe. Mat bolt tomorrow and make our way……somewhere. Thx for tagging along.
 
Uhhhh…..can someone trace this post and tell me the following:
What day is it?
What time is it?
Where am I?
Brain is pickled….or more so than normal.

Wanted to close this out after finding some notes and attempting to reconcile costs.
Watson Lake does not have a Mickey D’s…..it was in Fort Nelson so now the mayor of WL will get off my case.
The fuel reconcile will wait. Converting litres to gallons and CD$ to US$ will wait until I get my CC bills.
@Canuck from Kansas did I spell that word in the correct manner geographically?

11,043 miles since I departed Pa westbound on 6/2 and returned home on Tuesday the 8th, this week.

We left Fairbanks on 6/30, Monday after saying goodbye to the kids. If it was possible the roads between Tok and Haines Junction YKT were worse than the northbound leg. Mud slides between Tok and the border had caused multiple construction zones as we needed to follow pilot vehicles in the US and in the
Yukon things were actually worse than prior. The bright side to this was the slides were caused by excess rain which played a part in bringing down some of the wildfires in the area which in the Fairbanks west and north had closed Denali NP and the Dalton Highway. Maybe next time for Denali. Got within 80 miles of the Arctic Circle so I called it a near miss.
While in Fairbanks planning the exodus southbound I decided not to kill the wife with any of my 800 mile days so we stayed in Whitehorse for a night so I could determine whether it was going to be 97 or 37, the Cassiar highway. I had been getting alerts on my phone regarding fires in NE BC and AB so I decided to make the decision in Teslin at breakfast. Prior to leaving AK I stumbled on, via google, a lodge at Bell II a couple hours north of Meziadan Junction. Hoping to overnight there between Whitehorse and anywhere I connected with them but no luck, booked. The last time I was in the area Bell II was a bridge over the river with gravel highway. Sitting at the Yukon Hotel restaurant my phone rings (huh?) and it’s Bell II lodge telling me they had a cancellation. Grabbed it. Great place, and so was the Yukon Hotel who's owner Jennifer was still in mourning after Edmonton’s loss to Florida in the Cup. Told her I’d try to get a Bruins Marchand jersey for her and send it up. She hates him twice as much now. Couldn't recommend both more 👍👍👍👍👍
Fueled up at the hotel and set sail for the Cassiar/Rt37.
After describing the visuals on the Cassiar for a week to the wife she was somewhat disappointed when the rain came and the associated fog banks made the drive interesting at times. The upside, again, was the rain keeping the fires in NE BC subdued somewhat. In that situation I’ll take the bad with the good. Arrived at Bell II Lodge and just vegetated. Plugged in the coordinates and decided next stop Prince George and sight see some of the great Steelhead Rivers the world has ever known. Spent time beside the Skeena, Bulkley, the Fraser, passed through Smithers, all names having read about in the 50s, 60s, 70s, etc.
Decided to call the folks at Fish Tales in Calgary regarding the Bow River part of the trip and was disappointed when told the river was just starting to recede from the banks and you might hook up if you hit the trout in the mouth with a streamer. Seems there was rain throughout the drainage so we looked at each other and said how about Edmonton for 2/3 days or more, having no where to go and all the time we needed. Wanted to view the Columbia Ice Field per @Canuck from Kansas recommendations but frankly my ass was wore out. Between that and Canuck’s warning about turistas wandering the area we beat feet for Edmonton. He was correct. Seemed 5 out of every 3 vehicles were towing a camper 😉. One thing I did notice in AB were the amount manufacturers and retailers of campers and recreation vehicles available, along with the inventory. With the amount of outdoors available to recreate, or just decompress, it makes sense. It’s a beautiful country why not enjoy it.
That being said, I needed a decompression day(s). If I were 56 instead of 76 maybe, but I was starting to have arguments with myself……and I never win those.
Edmonton……what can I say ….. 50 feet high and 50 miles wide. Exaggeration, I know, but still. Everyone was nice, everything was clean, even the oil refineries on the east side. Nice restaurants, nice people, never a negative word about us being from south of the border. They’re up to something, not sure what, but I’m watching.
After that it was another 2400 +/- miles to the house so we departed for the border in North Dakota, Oil & Beef country. Crossed the border between Saskatchewan and ND at the Fortuna crossing and docked at Williston ND for the night. Last time in Williston was ‘81 or ‘82, in January or February but I do remember it being a balmy -20°. It was a load of oil from Pennzoil in Congo WV on a reefer at 50°. Agriculture use. Like it was yesterday.
Williston has come up in the world thanks to the Bakken oil fields. Prettier than parts of Texas by a long shot and a good barbecue restaurant nearby will ease the pain. After Williston it was everything I’ve already experienced except the volume of traffic on I-94 that didn’t let up until I accessed the Indiana toll road. Forty+ years ago I-94 west of the twin cities was a veritable country road compared to today. Coming into the Fargo area reminded me of I-95 in NJ. Glad that’s in the rear view mirror.
The only highlight from there was connecting with an old bud from the past in the trucking industry that I hadn’t seen since the mid 80s. We had lived within 80 miles of each other for the last 14 years but he was still in the business and was on the road for 300+ days of the year. We spoke often after a 20 year void but hadn’t seen each other since mid 80s. He happened to be in northern Ohio waiting on a load as we put Chicago in the mirror so we decided Toledo area was going to be it. First thing the wife says when she sees Dennis is….”Sons of Anarchy….holy shit”. She remembered him as a smiling mischievous looking guy somewhat like the 5th grade class clown and now…..! Won’t bore you with the details but 4+ hours went by fast and it was the exclamation point on the trip. And then it started raining again and I thought of @wanderingrichard message regarding the moisture in the new zip code. We headed over the hill(s) and thru the tunnels to a vaguely familiar place…home. It was worth it.
 
Uhhhh…..can someone trace this post and tell me the following:
What day is it?
What time is it?
Where am I?
Brain is pickled….or more so than normal.

Wanted to close this out after finding some notes and attempting to reconcile costs.
Watson Lake does not have a Mickey D’s…..it was in Fort Nelson so now the mayor of WL will get off my case.
The fuel reconcile will wait. Converting litres to gallons and CD$ to US$ will wait until I get my CC bills.
@Canuck from Kansas did I spell that word in the correct manner geographically?

11,043 miles since I departed Pa westbound on 6/2 and returned home on Tuesday the 8th, this week.

We left Fairbanks on 6/30, Monday after saying goodbye to the kids. If it was possible the roads between Tok and Haines Junction YKT were worse than the northbound leg. Mud slides between Tok and the border had caused multiple construction zones as we needed to follow pilot vehicles in the US and in the
Yukon things were actually worse than prior. The bright side to this was the slides were caused by excess rain which played a part in bringing down some of the wildfires in the area which in the Fairbanks west and north had closed Denali NP and the Dalton Highway. Maybe next time for Denali. Got within 80 miles of the Arctic Circle so I called it a near miss.
While in Fairbanks planning the exodus southbound I decided not to kill the wife with any of my 800 mile days so we stayed in Whitehorse for a night so I could determine whether it was going to be 97 or 37, the Cassiar highway. I had been getting alerts on my phone regarding fires in NE BC and AB so I decided to make the decision in Teslin at breakfast. Prior to leaving AK I stumbled on, via google, a lodge at Bell II a couple hours north of Meziadan Junction. Hoping to overnight there between Whitehorse and anywhere I connected with them but no luck, booked. The last time I was in the area Bell II was a bridge over the river with gravel highway. Sitting at the Yukon Hotel restaurant my phone rings (huh?) and it’s Bell II lodge telling me they had a cancellation. Grabbed it. Great place, and so was the Yukon Hotel who's owner Jennifer was still in mourning after Edmonton’s loss to Florida in the Cup. Told her I’d try to get a Bruins Marchand jersey for her and send it up. She hates him twice as much now. Couldn't recommend both more 👍👍👍👍👍
Fueled up at the hotel and set sail for the Cassiar/Rt37.
After describing the visuals on the Cassiar for a week to the wife she was somewhat disappointed when the rain came and the associated fog banks made the drive interesting at times. The upside, again, was the rain keeping the fires in NE BC subdued somewhat. In that situation I’ll take the bad with the good. Arrived at Bell II Lodge and just vegetated. Plugged in the coordinates and decided next stop Prince George and sight see some of the great Steelhead Rivers the world has ever known. Spent time beside the Skeena, Bulkley, the Fraser, passed through Smithers, all names having read about in the 50s, 60s, 70s, etc.
Decided to call the folks at Fish Tales in Calgary regarding the Bow River part of the trip and was disappointed when told the river was just starting to recede from the banks and you might hook up if you hit the trout in the mouth with a streamer. Seems there was rain throughout the drainage so we looked at each other and said how about Edmonton for 2/3 days or more, having no where to go and all the time we needed. Wanted to view the Columbia Ice Field per @Canuck from Kansas recommendations but frankly my ass was wore out. Between that and Canuck’s warning about turistas wandering the area we beat feet for Edmonton. He was correct. Seemed 5 out of every 3 vehicles were towing a camper 😉. One thing I did notice in AB were the amount manufacturers and retailers of campers and recreation vehicles available, along with the inventory. With the amount of outdoors available to recreate, or just decompress, it makes sense. It’s a beautiful country why not enjoy it.
That being said, I needed a decompression day(s). If I were 56 instead of 76 maybe, but I was starting to have arguments with myself……and I never win those.
Edmonton……what can I say ….. 50 feet high and 50 miles wide. Exaggeration, I know, but still. Everyone was nice, everything was clean, even the oil refineries on the east side. Nice restaurants, nice people, never a negative word about us being from south of the border. They’re up to something, not sure what, but I’m watching.
After that it was another 2400 +/- miles to the house so we departed for the border in North Dakota, Oil & Beef country. Crossed the border between Saskatchewan and ND at the Fortuna crossing and docked at Williston ND for the night. Last time in Williston was ‘81 or ‘82, in January or February but I do remember it being a balmy -20°. It was a load of oil from Pennzoil in Congo WV on a reefer at 50°. Agriculture use. Like it was yesterday.
Williston has come up in the world thanks to the Bakken oil fields. Prettier than parts of Texas by a long shot and a good barbecue restaurant nearby will ease the pain. After Williston it was everything I’ve already experienced except the volume of traffic on I-94 that didn’t let up until I accessed the Indiana toll road. Forty+ years ago I-94 west of the twin cities was a veritable country road compared to today. Coming into the Fargo area reminded me of I-95 in NJ. Glad that’s in the rear view mirror.
The only highlight from there was connecting with an old bud from the past in the trucking industry that I hadn’t seen since the mid 80s. We had lived within 80 miles of each other for the last 14 years but he was still in the business and was on the road for 300+ days of the year. We spoke often after a 20 year void but hadn’t seen each other since mid 80s. He happened to be in northern Ohio waiting on a load as we put Chicago in the mirror so we decided Toledo area was going to be it. First thing the wife says when she sees Dennis is….”Sons of Anarchy….holy shit”. She remembered him as a smiling mischievous looking guy somewhat like the 5th grade class clown and now…..! Won’t bore you with the details but 4+ hours went by fast and it was the exclamation point on the trip. And then it started raining again and I thought of @wanderingrichard message regarding the moisture in the new zip code. We headed over the hill(s) and thru the tunnels to a vaguely familiar place…home. It was worth it.

That's a lot of miles - glad you're home safe and sound.

"Edmonton……what can I say ….. 50 feet high and 50 miles wide. Exaggeration, I know, but still. Everyone was nice, everything was clean, even the oil refineries on the east side. Nice restaurants, nice people, never a negative word about us being from south of the border. They’re up to something, not sure what, but I’m watching."

Not really much of an exaggeration... But the folks are, as you say, suspiciously nice. When I hitch-hike across Canada in the late 70's ('77 I think it was), I arrived in Edmonton on a glorious late spring morning. Coming from Montreal, where Jay-walking is an art form and a way of life, I was waiting for a small break in traffic in a 4-lane highway to make my cross (no traffic light crossing for me) ... all traffic came to a screeching halt to let me cross, never experienced anything like it anywhere. Then I was looking for a part-time job to pick up some bucks before I started my job for the oil supply company that would take me to Baffin Island. Picked up a "help-wanted" landscaping job for an older couple in some Edmonton suburb - they ended up feeding me and housing me, a complete stranger for a couple of nights. Again, just seem to be some of the nicest folks I've ever met.

Anyways, sorry to derail, thanks for taking us on your journey, brought back some good memories!!

cheers
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