Stewart - Hyder

Friday, June 25.
Burns Lake, BC  to   Hyder, AK  to  
    Red Goat Lodge, BC

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This is the home of the nice people that put us up and fed us an excellent breakfast in Burns Lake, BC




















 
Then on west to through Smithers to Kitwanga where we fueled up for the stretch up rte 37 through the area
with "limited facilities" toward the Yukon.

Those are kilometers on the sign, not miles.
Our first bear sighting of the day came and went before we could get a good picture.
It's out there on the other side of the windshield somewhere.


More miles and miles of fantastic scenery which went on for hours.

We decided to check out Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK.

They are situated at the end of a fjord which is at the end of a pacific inlet about 100 miles upstream from the ocean. The mountains on each side are extremely steep but very lush with foliage of all kinds. It's hard to do the shades of green justice in these pictures.

Stewart, BC is at the end of the road as you go toward the coast. You drive through town and on into Hyder, Alaska which is at the bottom of the pan handle area of AK.

Hyder is significantly less developed and shall we say more "bohemian". It is land locked by a rugged coast with a population of about 100, so the US doesn't bother with a customs station. Below is a picture of the border crossing. Notice that the pavement ends at the border. The atmosphere is very much reminiscent of the show "Northern Exposure" A few misfits that value being removed form society.

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One of the more famous local eateries. Actually I had some excellent fresh halibut here.

 This about the first we started encountering the higher prices people pay "up here". It was FRESH seafood which is always expensive.

 

 

 

Then back across the border to BC.

 A Mounty cop shop.

We spotted a couple of bears later that day on our way north towards Dease Lake.

Our lodging for the night was at the Red Goat Lodge. Red Green or the McKenzie brothers might live in a place like this.

Actually the young lady that registered me looked like she could have stepped out of the lingerie section of the Macy's catalog. She did not however encourage the old man to stick around and chat.

This was our cabin. It only got a little darker that night than what this picture shows.

 I developed a scratchy throat and the beginnings of a cold. Fortunately I was able to take regular little medicinal sips from the duty free Irish whiskey I bought at the border. It helped a lot.