Today was our longest day, 455 miles. It was a beautiful day. We started up a valley between the Rockies and the Columbia Mountains, on the Yellowhead Hwy. Very green with lots of fir and spruce, and more and more birch as we got further north. The land gradually changed to rolling hills. The road was good and almost no traffic, especially after we passed the Hwy 16 junction that went to Jasper National Park. At Prince George we got back on Hwy 97, the John Hart Highway. We crossed the Continental Divide, barely noticeable, then the mountains started closing in again as we headed towards McKenzie, Rockies on the right and some other range (Cariboo or Wolverine?). The Rockies were all folded and distorted sediments from probably hundreds of millions of years ago. I'll try to post a picture. Once we got around the Rockies, the land flattened out again and between Chetwynd and Dawson Creek it was very agricultural, mostly hay and canola, which surprised me. Dawson Creek is a good sized town, 10,000, and not at all like either of us had pictured it. We expected a little one-street town with a saloon and a couple of motels, maybe in a wooded valley, but it is flat and busy.
We had lunch at a neat little park just past Prince George which was an old homestead beside a pretty good-sized river. There was a sign that said that if you saw a bear "Don't panic. Notify staff. Go indoors." Okay! But we didn't see a bear. In fact, no wildlife so far, except for some ravens (or crows).
Mollie was quite polite today, no arguments about which route to take. There actually wasn't much choice, anyway, so she didn't have much choice.
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