We saw little of any interest, other than a dead bear about 10 miles from the campground. Here was this brown lump along the side of the road. The bears are easy to spot after you get used to seeing them. I obliged another suicidal bird. He flew into my front wheel and bounced back in the direction from which he came and hit the road. Don, who was behind me, said he just hit the ground and didn’t move.
Most of the snow-covered mountains have disappeared. We are into rolling country and tall hills, not mountains.
We rolled into Prince George and hit the Wal-Mart for supplies. We need some white gas and they are out. We have enough for maybe four more days. We will find some down the road, since from here, civilization is all around.
The temps are the warmest we have seen for maybe 2-1/2 weeks. It is 82 on the thermometer at the campground office.
We need to figure out where and how to go from here. There are a number of options and roads. We will study the maps and GPS to formulate a plan.
We camped next a couple we had seen the night before. They were from Louisiana and we exchanged stories, routes, and experiences for maybe 1-1/2 hours. They had a fold-down camper, of a different model and type. We had a lot in common and enjoyed talked to them.