The Cassiar Highway, Forget North to Alaska, we're going South to Alaska

Highway 37, or the Cassier Highway has a very bad reputation,

but they have been working on it

and they say that it is fine now,

we ran into a guy from Seattle that tells us we must go down it,

it's fine and the best thing he has gone on,

then the cincher,

the caravan's are going down it,

So Cindy says,

if they can do it we can too

It's Saturday and we were going to stay another day in Watson Lake

to fix all the things that broke down the day before,

got the step fixed, minor leaks fixed,

then Cindy tells me she can't get the rider's seat (MY SEAT)

to swivel back to facing front,

I try to move it,

have visions of me riding the whole way back facing backwards,

then it dawns on me....

we can't shut the slide with the seat like that...

we're stuck in Watson Lake for the rest of our live's!

We wrestle it around so that is facing the driver's seat

and that's enough to close the slide,

we'd better leave before something else happens,

so we disconnect and get out of town

Off we go down the Cassier, immediately we leave the Yukon and enter British Columbia, but it's unlike any British Columbia I'm familiar with
The book says that only 5% is gravel, I tell this confidently to the gas jockey kid, who says,
"Why you want to go down that old dirt road?"

This doesn't look too bad, we've been on worse this trip

We talk to two German couples

who are each driving new 45 feet motorhomes,

they agree, not so bad,

they had just tried to drive their motorhomes up to Invuik,

they turned around at Eagle Plains,

too much mud, pretty gutsy, I thought,

there are a lot of Germans motorhoming around Alaska,

walked into an RV Store and everyone working in the store was German, and they were renting motorhomes to German's who were there,

pick them up at the airport and make all the arrangements for them, pretty slick

I have to take all the pictures through the front windshield now, I can't get to my side window to stick my head out of, so sorry, you get to see the gritty reality of life in the motorhome, BUGS

A few pictures I take over Cindy's shoulder,

but when she moves.....

oh does that irritate me

I think I've become a primadonna photographer

Who would think that British Columbia would be famous for it's Jade? They have famous jade mines, where have I been all my life?

Not too bad of road, we are going to Hyder, Alaska, not tonight, it's too far in one day, they say the bear eat fish out of the rivers there and you can watch them on a platform, don't need a permit, either, this one's for you Linda2

Looks like it's going to rain, we like the rain,

cleans the bugs off the windshield,

car manufacturers should come up with an automatic bug cleaner offer, and forget about those little wipers on your headlights

And we just cleaned the windshield not 20 miles ago

We get these little stretches of dirt road and then back comes the pavement





I try to stretch out in the recliner on my seat, but Cindy is not amused by my feet in her lap



The same little white wildflowers, looks like someone put some seeds at the edge of the road

It's very different than what we have been seeing,

the trees are different

It's greener and rollier hills

And then it rains, spray that windshield washer fluid

Kind of smeared the bugs, and now we are in aconstruction zone, there was something about the Cassier closed down a few days last week, something about a slide, but it's ok now, they say

This is it, I wonder if we have enough room for it to make it by, we are pressed up against the hill, I feel claustrophobic

There is no edge to that road and a cliff going down, my oh my

Oh great, the new road has major cracks in it all ready, and that part of the road is sliding down the cliff

There is no traffic, that is the only good thing about it

Slowly, we descend, I try not to look at all the cracks in the road going down the cliff, or at least try not to tell Cindy

At last, we are down, and just alittle bit shaky, and wow, a square bridge

Looks like a Saltine's Box, doesn't it

This is new seal coat, kind of trippy to watch them do it, but not while you are going down the road and they are lined up across it sealing it, thought we were playing chicken

The sign said, sharp shoulders

He passes us, so we are wimps, we're still alive aren't we

The mountain passes are only in the 2,000 feet range

but here we are, glaciers again

Lots of bears here, wilderness abounds here, we haven't seen anything but the road

A little fort to get in to the Bear Paw

Notice those sharp shoulders

It's pretty but if you fell off the road you'd never get back

Cindy wants to stop at Deese Lake, but it turns out the RV Park she saw in the Milepost is next to a car wrecking yard,

like you can't tell where one ends and the other starts

We are staying at the Mountain Shadow RV Park, and low and behold, they have internet that works, have to laugh you have to have a security code to use it, like are they afraid the bears are going to use their WiFi

I have been working on this blog for a couple days, we decided to stay another day because I am getting a cold, tomorrow we should be in Hyder, Alaska

Now this guy has the motostat sattelite that allows him to have his own connection to the internet, looks like he can talk to space aliens too

It's a pretty little place, and when we wake up, we are the only ones in the park, until 4 this afternoon

We are half way through the Cassier Highway, then we will be on the Yellowknife Highway

This is the view out our front windshield in the park

For those of you who are keeping track,

you may of noticed that I put this blog out first

before Watson Lake and Cotton Lake,

I have to do these blogs backwards

and I decided at the end to do that one separately,

if you are like me,

you don't have any idea where we are,

so just forget this