The closer you get to Prince George, British Columbia, the more boring the landscape. It's always interesting to me what happens as you get older. Lately, I've been feeling more like my parents generation, who "remembered when." ML and I were talking about how we "remembered when Prince George was just a sleepy little frontier town" when we came through the first time in ML's chevy pickup truck with 170,000 miles on it (we were told clearly the odometer had not turned over, but I'm sure it had . .. ), all our stuff in the back and a black lab and us in the front. Now Prince George is overrun with Safeways, Home Depots, and you can picture it already, I'm sure.
But, the road between Prince George and Jasper is isolated and fun to
drive. We stopped at an "Ancient Forest," which turned out to be a rain
forest in a dry area. There were huge red cedar trees. This is, of course, ironic, because Sitka is a rain forest. The vegetation was the same, but it was fun to see the big cedars.
Mount Robson, the second highest mountain in North America, is rarely seen like this! Not a cloud around it.
It's really pretty on the other side of Mt. Robson with turquoise lakes nestled in granite mountains. The fall colors, which this far north are pretty much all yellow, stand out against the green spruce trees.
Nice.
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