Yep, we made it to the first mile of the Alaska Highway. Now, 1200 more miles and we will be in Alaska. I have settled into the routine and am eating nicely now. I was on a starvation diet for some time. You can check today's photos to see me trying to get my own food out of the pantry.
This morning Mom and Dad got out those silly bikes again to ride around Chetwynd looking at chainsaw carvings. They said there are lots of them, but more remarkable, all the buildings have murals on them. Mom was thinking it was supplemental income for a chainsaw guy, and sure enough that's what it is. The visitor center said a chainsaw artist came for the international competition last June and stayed all summer painting murals. He was from Nanaimo. Try spelling that town.
Mom says if the package absolutely has to be there tomorrow, don't start in Chetwynd. She needed to send something back to the states asap, and went looking for Fed Ex. The information center said she could send Fed Ex from the post office or the 5th street cottage flower shop. The post office said no way; best we can do here is 8 days. The cottage shop said, no, just UPS here, but go to the bus station for Fed Ex. The girl at the bus station said she had not a clue. Later mom tried again at the visitor center in Dawson Creek, and they called Puralator. The eager information girl had not even finished her one hour briefing of the next two days for Carl when the Puralator lady walked in the door.
We walked all over town taking Milepost zero picture. You can see one above and more in the albums.
Tonight at Mile 0 campground I met a real honest to goodness sled dog and a WOLF. The man walking the wolf said we should not be introduced personally. Later Mom went back to take photos and ask about the Wolf. 11 years ago the couple was at a wolf show in Alaska. The show was going out of business, and there were these adorable black puppies. They took one home to Arizona, along with a real sled dog from a mushing kennel. The wolf can't live alone. Has to be part of a pack.
It's been an interesting experience they say. They keep her away from people because she is pretty nervous about people, except for them. She has a strong sense of smell and rolls all over new smells, like new lotion on the wife. She's lived 4 years beyond the average age a wolf in the wild lives, and her arthritis is bothering her. This is the first time they have brought her back to Alaska with them.
Meanwhile, I sit outside my little RV and talk to any passers by. The lady in the next RV kept asking me to sing my song for her. I obliged a couple of times.
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