June 18th, 2015

Today was another long day in the saddle.  I have determined that Canada is one large mountain that moves with you.  All day up hill, down hill, repeat. We are camped this evening in a town named Quesnel, on hwy 97, tomorrow we continue to Prince George and start toward Dawson City.  Enroute today a helicopter was flying, tree top level to our right side, not sure what he was looking for.  My bride hung out of the window of motorhome and took his photo anyway, let him wonder about that.  There are pics of a town called Williams Lake, taken as we descend from the heavens.  There is the obligatory deer photo since we see them every where.  I did see another eagle to day, sitting next to a stream in the reeds, but could not stop to try to photo him.  Time to call it a night as most of you have, as I write this, its 36 mins after midnight there and 9:36pm here.  Take care and remain cool and safe.  Till tomorrow, then.