After Seaside, we moved to a non descript campground just south of the Canadian Border and did a couple of practice entries into Canada.  One of which was to Victoria on a fairly expensive car ferry.  We also scouted our port of entries settling on Abbotsford a few miles down the road.

On July 2, we made our RV entry into Canada - after a bit of panic where we thought we would not fit through the barricades of the entry station and made our first stop about 1/2 a mile into Canada at Costco.

There we learned Costco in Canada does not take the same credit cards.  We found one that worked for gas and hit an ATM to get Canadian money to pay for our groceries.  It was then onto BC-97 for the run up through Prince Rupert to Dawson Creek and milepost 0.

Milepost Zero

We overnighted in Dawson creek to recover a bit from the long run up BC-37 and to get some dog treats (she needs very special treats) and then headed out on the fabled Alaskan Highway.

We knew that it had long since been completely paved (thank you Canada) but were surprised by the quality of the highway.

Our first destination was Laird Hot Springs and the provincial RV park they have there.  We planned on spending 2 nights at Laird to both enjoy the natural hot springs and the rest up from the long drive.

The British Columbia Highway Department keeps to foliage along the highway trimmed back 20 or more yards and there is a very good reason for this.  The animals.

 We were astonished at the number of large animals we saw alongside the road.  You needed to clearance to see the animals and to slow down to allow them to cross - or as the case may be - take pictures:

One of 12 Bears we saw alongside the road

Young Adult Male -- The Bull that wandered through the Campground was much large.

Herd of Females, Calves and young Adults

Fox, shot through the side screen

We overnighted in a "rustic" (self described) campground in the remote Tetsa River area.  It advertised hookups.

Well the hookups were a tee off of a garden hose and a 15 amp extension cord stretched into the campsite.  We went ahead and took the water, but decided to decline the electricity.  It was being provided by a local diesel generator and didn't sound terribly healthy.

 The rustic campground was more than made with the Cinnamon Buns from the camp office the next morning.  The Milepost claims they were "said by thousands" to be the best there ever was.

In the future we will stop for Cinnamon Buns - maybe not to camp.

The next morning it was back on the road to Laird Hot Springs.