We left Grande Prairie to head for the Alaska Highway. For perhaps the first time we felt that we had not seen anything of the town. We had spent a lot of time stopping on the route yesterday and, when we got in, I found that the internet connection was good and was able to catch up both with this journal (except photographs) and the main rally one of which I am editor. Anyway, we gathered that we weren’t missing much and our hotel was in the middle of an industrial estate. These places aren’t always exciting.
Some miles out of Grande Prairie there was a herd of deer, some with antlers, in a fenced field. They were being farmed. Grande Prairie is in the middle of a fertile prairie with plenty of animal husbandry. The landscape changed later to a road with wide grassy verges and with varying trees, mixed deciduous and pine and frequently many silver birches. It didn’t change for 500 kilometres!
A few things enlivened the day: A stop in Dawson City beside the zero kilometre mark marking the beginning of the Alaskan Highway which was built in 8 months in 1942 as the USA thought that the Japanese might invade through Alaska. A diversion along a part of the old highway where we drove over the only remaining original bridge which is curved. Two sightings of bears and one of a moose with a baby.
When we arrived in Fort Nelson we carried out various jobs on the car including some first aid on the crack in the windscreen, carried out for free by a very generous pair of technicians. Then we went to the museum where we watched a film about the construction of the Alaskan Highway and saw a garage full of old cars!