We slept a little late Thursday morning, and freshened up the car at the local wash, only to encounter more rain. We stopped to fuel up at the little Rocky Mountain Lodge, mile post 397 BC on the Alaskan Highway. As soon as we got out of the car and closed the doors, the owner was there to provide full service. This service is a little surprising, since it is rarely seen these days. "You're living in God's country," I told the man. "Yup, that's why I'm here." Snow capped mountains scraped the sky, reminding us what minuscule creatures we are.
We eased down several miles of road. I started to tear open the chocolate that I had purchased on impulse, when David noticed the Northern Rockies Lodge, mile post 462, Muncho Lake. This place is one heck of a dream. The timing for lunch and this place of grandeur were perfectly met. I can't estimate how much investment was poured into it. I can't imagine the costs of keeping it warm in the winter months. It had vaulted ceilings, an enormous wood carved map of British Columbia and spectacular pine covered mountain views from the dining room. A Q-tip tour was finishing lunch as David and I entered the dining room. Our cravings had been cured and we continued westward.
Our goal for Thursday, the night of the 10th was Whitehorse in the Yukon Territory. Desperate to shoot photos of mountains without stopping the car, I managed to frame up a few ranges by leaning toward the windshield of the car. This was my normal technique throughout the trip and a few splattered bugs have found fame in my photo gallery. Whitehorse has a lot to offer the tourist, such as scenic train rides, so we'll be back. We stayed at Canada's best Value Inn.
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