Blogs from Prince George, British Columbia, Canada, North America

June 19 & 20 - Snitch RV Park, Prince George, B.C. June 21 & 22 - Dawson Creek B.C. June 23 - 25 - Fort Nelson, B.C. Since I am so far behind on these blogs with the absence of WIFI I am going to condense these earlier days. As you can see we have been to three towns. Prince George, Dawson Creek, & Fort Nelson. Dawson Creek was really the beginning of the Alaska Highway even though you are in B.C., Canada. There's not much to say about Prince George. It was a fairly big city with a Costco, Walmart and a University. Things are a little different here in Canada. I took some pictures of things that have struck me as funny or odd. One thing strange and annoying was that the Costco here ... read more

Three weeks until Jennie and I leave for the rolling green! ? So exciting. I'm still waiting for my passport to arrive, fingers crossed it arrives this week or early next week. Starting to feel nervous the photo won't be approved. ??? It all started when I visited Jennie in Victoria back in February. She said if I ever wanted to travel she'd be in! So in March when I sold my car and had a nice tidy little sum burning a hole in my pocket, I contacted her and we settled on Ireland. We booked our flights and the rest is history. ✈️ Using a handy-dandy travel book I bought at a bookstore for $30 (cha-ching!), I created an itinerary to get us around the Emerald Isle inside of 10 days. I am lucky Jennie ... read more

The area surrounding Prince George is beautiful - rolling hills, forests, big bold rivers. We spent two days with friends at their cabin at Bobtail Lake, about an hour and a half west. Driving there on forestry roads, we almost ran into a herd of cattle. Signs warning of moose appeared often. But once tucked into our private little cabin with a view of the lake, life was good. Our friends took us for a boat ride to see the little beach on the island where Tim's best friend Phil's ashes were spread - a big eagle guarding the spot. I picked wild blueberries with their grandchildren and Tim and the boys drove down the road to practice shooting 22's. Having to drive to the top of a hill to get cellular reception was not a ... read more

I think if a Prince George wedding was a country band, its name would be "Big and Loud". Laying in my sleeping bag this morning at 8 AM, I awoke to the rumble of semis on the highway nearby, a group of young rednecks clamorously resuming their partying from the night before, and a pair of noisy crows fighting over something outside our tent as a quad raced by with a big black dog on the back. The wedding we attended last night in this campsite was also the loudest I've ever been to, beginning with the sound of a double shotgun blast after the happy couple were pronounced man and wife and ending with the final notes of country music and F-bombs echoing through the campsite until 4 AM. But it was all fun nevertheless. ... read more

Today we left my daughter Adrienne's house near Vancouver and headed for Prince George to attend a wedding. Tim lived there in the 80's but I'm a Prince George virgin, which I understand is a rare thing. When I told my friends that I was going there, the usual response was "Ugh, don't expect much". I'm guessing that I will be pleasantly surprised. To get there, we had to pass through a number of small towns and cities, all of which I'd heard but none of which I'd visited. I was surprised by their stunning settings among verdant forests and azure lakes and rivers. From what I'd heard about them, I'd expected smelly mill towns. It was a lesson to me to not make assumptions based on other people's observations. We spend tonight with friends on ... read more