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We stop briefly in Vanderhoof and the smoke from a nearby forest fire is thick and heavy right in town. I ask the gas station clerk about the location of the fire and she asks, "what fire?" Nevermind...
We set off for a campsite that seems within reach and blast down more of the wide smooth roads. We arrive to find that it's right next to some raging rapids.
Consulting the map again, we decide to push on. There's a lot of ground to cover for the next day or two and we'd like to get a jump on 'em. We're looking for Ootsa Lake.
We find it and it's huge. Riding along the edge of it for an hour before finding the campsite. Ootsa Lake was created by Alcoa so they could build a hydroelectric dam to power their aluminum smelters. They also provide free camping in a nice campground, free firewood, the cleanest pit toilets I've ever seen, and purified water. There's an open fire ban in British Columbia so we won't be making use of the wood.
Ootsa Lake is HUGE.
Luke concocts some crazy stew for dinner. It's our first night out from the store, so we've gone so far as to bring cans of food. This is Thai-coconut-spinach-crab-mushroom gruel. It's really good, even though it doesn't look it:
We're hanging out down by the shore and realize were getting the over-the-head-swing-the-arm wave-in from a family over on the edge of camp who have a trailer. We go over to be friendly, and our friendliness is eclipsed by theirs.
Not only do they have a flat screen TV on satellite (watching Canadian Football, eh) but they've got all the Old Milwuakee beer (with the pin-up girls on the cans, no less) and whiskey a person could think drink. We stayed up late hanging out. Way...too...late...
We set off for a campsite that seems within reach and blast down more of the wide smooth roads. We arrive to find that it's right next to some raging rapids.
Consulting the map again, we decide to push on. There's a lot of ground to cover for the next day or two and we'd like to get a jump on 'em. We're looking for Ootsa Lake.
We find it and it's huge. Riding along the edge of it for an hour before finding the campsite. Ootsa Lake was created by Alcoa so they could build a hydroelectric dam to power their aluminum smelters. They also provide free camping in a nice campground, free firewood, the cleanest pit toilets I've ever seen, and purified water. There's an open fire ban in British Columbia so we won't be making use of the wood.
Ootsa Lake is HUGE.
Luke concocts some crazy stew for dinner. It's our first night out from the store, so we've gone so far as to bring cans of food. This is Thai-coconut-spinach-crab-mushroom gruel. It's really good, even though it doesn't look it:
We're hanging out down by the shore and realize were getting the over-the-head-swing-the-arm wave-in from a family over on the edge of camp who have a trailer. We go over to be friendly, and our friendliness is eclipsed by theirs.
Not only do they have a flat screen TV on satellite (watching Canadian Football, eh) but they've got all the Old Milwuakee beer (with the pin-up girls on the cans, no less) and whiskey a person could think drink. We stayed up late hanging out. Way...too...late...