Friday, June 19, 2009

Starting Alaska Highway

We spent the night in Dawson Creek at the Walmart before starting our journey on the ALACN highway. Dawson Creek is mile 0 on the Alaska Highway and all other structures are measured from Dawson Creek. There are no mile marker signs on the road, so a "must" for everyone traveling this way is to get the book, "The Milepost", so that you can figure out where you are, at all times, as well as anticipate distances and things you want to see ahead.In Dawson Creek they have this sign as well as the marker for mile zero, indicating the start of the Alaska Highway.



This highway was built about 1942 for defense and military reasons. The surveyors were a big part of this project and they have this bronze statue in Dawson to honor them.


Here is the Dawson Creek Railway Station for the Northern Alberta Railroad.


This is the first bridge we came to and it was over a very deep gorge. I glanced down but could not really look.



Several times we had 6-8 percent grades downhill but this one to the Peace River Bridge was 10 percent. Naturally, I let Jim drive! (Ha, Ha.) Actually Jim has driven almost 100 percent of this trip since I have a hard time with heights! Plus, he is so good at handling these downhill stretches!


Here is the Peace River Bridge.The town of Taylor is on the other side.


This shows part of the grade descending to the bridge.


This is a 30 ft wood sculpture of a lumberjack, indicating the Clark Sawmill at mile 62.4


Wow! Imagine seeing this! Here was a cow moose & her calf on the road. All I saw was a brown spot way ahead on the road and as we got closer realized it was a moose! See how close the truck is to her! You never know what you will see on the road!


She and her calf ran off the road when she discovered the truck.


We stopped at this trapper's log cabin to see some things made locally. The prices were very high-$150.00 for a pair of moccasins! We looked and saw many nice things but they were too expensive, we thought.

This is a wildflower which was growing alongside our campsite in Fort Nelson. Thank goodness there was some natural beauty here because this campground was the worst campground ever, for being dirty. It was the Westend campground. It was alongside a heritage museaum, which was facinating. They had quite a collection of model T Fords, as well as other old cars and several old preserved buildings.

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