It’s been a few days, but I have Internet again! (Phone? Not so much, but considering I am somewhere that’s basically off of the map, I am thrilled at having the former, particularly because the place I am staying is also off of the power grid. Yay, satellites! ). Choppy and I are somewhere along the Yukon portion of the Alaska Highway – the Continental Divide, to be exact. On one side, water flows to the Bering Sea (and Pacific), while on the other, water flows  to the Arctic Ocean. Considering one of the people I had supper with on Thursday was discussing his garden (which was actually the source of the salad I ate at supper), it doesn’t seem like I could be so far north that places I know best from ‘Deadliest Catch’ are actually relevant. Anyway, back to the point: I’ll get a couple posts done while I am here that will go up as we continue our trek to Alaska, so if I don’t have Internet again for a few days, there should still be new posts for your viewing pleasure. And, hopefully I will demonstrate my Facebook prowess and link them from there as well.

And now, going back in time: on Sunday, Choppy and I nearly made it to the Alaska Highway, which starts in Dawson Creek, British Columbia (surprisingly, not the home of James Van Der Beek). It rained most of the drive, but thankfully the showers were over by the time we decided to camp. Unfortunately, thanks to the aforementioned pseudo-holiday Canada is celebrating this weekend, the first two campgrounds we went to were full. Thankfully, the third had plenty of space, though its location next to the highway left something to be desired. A few pics from the day – which will explain the title of the post (which otherwise would be very random).

Moose: doubtfully as reflective in real life as this sign was. I do give credit to the Canadians for coming up with a far better warning sign than the plain old diamond signs, though.
Moose: doubtfully as reflective in real life as this sign was. I do give credit to the Canadians for coming up with a far better warning sign than the plain old diamond signs, though.
Not that they don't have the regular signs as well. Note the amount of time you should be watching for moose: 500 km. I'm pretty sure that's a long way, even in the metric system (because I definitely don't know how far it is in real distance, i.e., miles).
Not that they don’t have the regular signs as well. Note the amount of time you should be watching for moose: Next 500 km. I’m pretty sure that’s a long way, even in the metric system (actual real distance? 310 miles).
There were also helpful signs indicating where I should go if I want to engage in various activities. If you can tell me what activity the bottom person is engaging in, I would appreciate it, because I have no idea. Curling? Farming? Recreating scenes from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow? (Also? The signs are presumably made without words because otherwise they'd have to make them in French and English (as opposed to option B as to why there aren't words, which is 'Canadians can't read,' which my crack research (namely, seeing things with words while in Canada) suggests is not true.
There were also helpful signs indicating where I should go if I wanted to engage in various activities. If you can tell me what activity the bottom person is engaging in, I would appreciate it, because I have no idea. Curling? Farming? Recreating scenes from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow? (Note: The signs are presumably made without words because otherwise they’d have to make them in French and English (as opposed to option B as to why there aren’t words, which is that ‘Canadians can’t read.’ My crack research (namely, seeing things with words while in Canada) suggests this is not true).
No comment.
No comment.
Oh, Beaverlodge, you have piqued my interest with your 'Giant Beaver Attraction.' What could it be?
Oh, Beaverlodge, you have piqued my interest with your ‘Giant Beaver Attraction.’ What could it be?
This! And yes, it was awesome. And absolutely as advertised: a giant beaver attraction.
This! And yes, it was awesome. And absolutely as advertised: a giant beaver attraction.
Here is where Choppy and I camped. You'll know us because we're the Americans who are tacky-ing up the place.
Here is where Choppy and I camped. You’ll know us because we’re the Americans who are tacky-ing up the place.
And, last of all, a picture of the facilities at our campground. I try to think of outhouses as open air facilities, which makes them sound fancy, when they are anything but.
And, last of all, a picture of the facilities at our campground. I try to think of outhouses as open air facilities, which makes them sound fancy, when they are anything but.