LAKE BURNS & PRINCE GEORGE!

We rolled into Burns Lake needing petrol, looked up and there were PaL! They had departed Stewart ahead of us. They weren’t expecting to see us so soon and were breezing around the town getting a look-see. There was concern that our rig wouldn’t fit in any of the sites at the chosen campground or, for that matter, if we would even find it! They lead us to the campground, a lovely park on a lake. The park had been sponsored by the Rotary Club and consisted of ramps for skater and bikers, picnic area, playground and RV/tent sites. We managed to squeeze in and set up. The price was the best yet - free!!! With the savings we all went out for dinner. Since they were already unhooked, we all climbed into the Toad, that is to say, Larry’s red Jeep. Two door red Jeep. This is where the fun began - Barry and Larry climbed in the back looking like something threading itself through the eye of a needle. Larry had minimum effort, but Barry seemed to disarticulate his arms and legs and it was like driving a wedge through a hole. Off we went for dinner at Mulroney’s or something like that. A real Irish looking pub, but with no Irish grub! 

Next morning PaL left ahead of us to get to Prince George for a scheduled engine maintenance. They had a three o’clock appointment with the Ford dealer, so we took our time. We had no trouble getting out of the campground, and down the road we rolled. The hillside scenery had begun to change from wilderness to manicured fields of baled hay. There were still mountains in a distance with a bit of snow, but, alas, it was all too obvious that we leaving the last frontier. My natural ability when riding is to catch lots of zzzzs, like the dogs, as soon as the engine fires up I begin my coma. With nothing really stimulating about bales of hay, I tried reading, then writing, then interpreting the back of my eyeballs. It wasn’t a long trip, but PaL were still with the Ford dealer when we sought out the designated campground.

Somewhere back in the hinterlands my GPS failed me. The wires on the USB into the tracker had gotten bent. I still could plan the trips I just couldn’t track and ascertain where we were. We found the “Bee Lazee” only to be told it had no sites available. What to do, what to do. The owner suggested a campground several miles down the way, and as we were leaving, Barry asked if she had any dry camping…and she did! She did have a site that PaL could manage, so we held on to that one, and took our rig to the outback in the dry camping area. In the end, all was well. The owner recommended a restaurant in Prince George, so of course we had to try it. Lucky for us that we did - the food was absolutely delicious! Coincidentally, Larry and Barry ordered the same meal, a carabonnari, and Phyllis and I ordered a Mediterranean meal! Who woodda thunk it!

We did a little touring on the way back to “Bee Lazee” and called it another excellent day! Next leg of the trip promises glaciers and mountains, and I can’t wait.

From the MABarry - it’s over and out!