June 23
The last 150-200 miles to Prince Rupert—WOW! It was like motoring through one of
those mountain landscape reproductions that grandparents have on the wall
behind their couch. The mountains
are massive, jagged, and snow-capped.
The sky and mountains are layered shades of vibrant blues. The greens…oh, the greens—I swear lime
green to the deep blue-green of old pines…Not to forget the water! We drove parallel to a river with
personality! That thing changed
color, current strength, and shoreline characteristic (trees, rocks, sand…). Hmmm, I will add a few pictures, but
know that they don’t do justice to the view.
Once in Prince Rupert, we set camp, and drove into town to
“look around”. We are back at the
ocean, and it feels GREAT! Decided
to eat a nice seafood meal…and I made THE rookie mistake—I ate where other
tourists were eating. The food was
terrible. I am certain they bought
the salmon from the nearest Walmart AND they didn’t cook it well. (I am marking this restaurant down as a
NO! Oh, the name—Smiles Seafood
Café.)
The wander around town was good—a bald eagle pair were
flying above “playing games”, the locals were sitting on ocean-view benches
scattered in the park, the breeze was cool, and the sounds of the business-end
of a port town were rhythmically fun.
Slept well—decided to try sleeping with my head at the back
door. Dang, had I but known, I
would have switched sooner. Matt
wants to try it tonight!
Okay, it was something like this only MUCH better!
Getting closer, but missing the amazing river...
Prince Rupert harbor
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