Dawson Creek Elevator. There used to be a whole row of these along the Rail Road Track.
Our "farewell" DinnerSaturday, July 11
Fort St. John is a lovely little town. We stayed in Charlie Lake Provincial Park which is about 5 miles from town. It is Saturday so there was a Farmers Market to check out.
There were lots of baked goods and some nice fruits and vegetables. A number of the stalls featured Saskatoon Berries which are about the size of blueberries but grow on a tree. We bought a rhubarb and Saskatoon berry crisp to share and some rhubarb/Saskatoon berry jam.
Fort St. John has a WalMart. In Fairbanks I purchased a camera at WalMart because my camera was acting weird. Last year in Turkey it broke down and when I got home I sent it to Canon and it was repaired. I thought the same thing might be happening again and didn’t want to be caught without a camera.
The camera has been ok and the one I bought did not have the zoom capability that I like so I went to return it. Sandy thought I should tell you the story of the “return” but for now suffice it to say that it took nearly two hours AND I still have the camera.
It was a short drive to Dawson Creek but it was nearly 3:00 before I got there.
This is Mile Zero on the Alaskan Highway and was to be the end of our trip as originally planned. Sherrie and I would have been heading toward Seattle while Joyce, Ron and Sandy would head East.
The Alaska Hotel which Ron and Joyce had planned as the location of our “farewell” dinner has closed its restaurant so we had our “dinner” at Caruso’s and gave a toast to our missing travelers. Joyce, Ron and Sherrie, we have had a marvelous time and we have missed being able to share it with you. God willing you will all be able to do “Our Trip” next year.
I liked Dawson Creek immediately. As you enter town from the northwest there is a large old grain elevator proclaiming that you have arrived in Dawson Creek. It was so familiar as it reminded me of the farming communities in Kansas.
We visited “Ground Zero” and took a photo and then went to the Alaska Highway House which tells the story of the Alaska Highway. We watched the PBS documentary on the construction of the highway. It was very interesting to watch AFTER the journey. Now we can say “Oh, Yes, I remember seeing that”. Both Sandy and I had watched similar films before our journey.
Fort St. John is a lovely little town. We stayed in Charlie Lake Provincial Park which is about 5 miles from town. It is Saturday so there was a Farmers Market to check out.
There were lots of baked goods and some nice fruits and vegetables. A number of the stalls featured Saskatoon Berries which are about the size of blueberries but grow on a tree. We bought a rhubarb and Saskatoon berry crisp to share and some rhubarb/Saskatoon berry jam.
Fort St. John has a WalMart. In Fairbanks I purchased a camera at WalMart because my camera was acting weird. Last year in Turkey it broke down and when I got home I sent it to Canon and it was repaired. I thought the same thing might be happening again and didn’t want to be caught without a camera.
The camera has been ok and the one I bought did not have the zoom capability that I like so I went to return it. Sandy thought I should tell you the story of the “return” but for now suffice it to say that it took nearly two hours AND I still have the camera.
It was a short drive to Dawson Creek but it was nearly 3:00 before I got there.
This is Mile Zero on the Alaskan Highway and was to be the end of our trip as originally planned. Sherrie and I would have been heading toward Seattle while Joyce, Ron and Sandy would head East.
The Alaska Hotel which Ron and Joyce had planned as the location of our “farewell” dinner has closed its restaurant so we had our “dinner” at Caruso’s and gave a toast to our missing travelers. Joyce, Ron and Sherrie, we have had a marvelous time and we have missed being able to share it with you. God willing you will all be able to do “Our Trip” next year.
I liked Dawson Creek immediately. As you enter town from the northwest there is a large old grain elevator proclaiming that you have arrived in Dawson Creek. It was so familiar as it reminded me of the farming communities in Kansas.
We visited “Ground Zero” and took a photo and then went to the Alaska Highway House which tells the story of the Alaska Highway. We watched the PBS documentary on the construction of the highway. It was very interesting to watch AFTER the journey. Now we can say “Oh, Yes, I remember seeing that”. Both Sandy and I had watched similar films before our journey.
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