After leaving Telkwa we headed for Highway 37, the Stewart Cassiar Highway. We had more dramatic landscape for quite a while on the 16 before we turned onto Highway 37. After a few hours the landscape started to unfold into a winter-spring melt, leaving thick snow on the mountain tops like a Dairy Queen soft swirl. I felt like we were sliding along a tongue into great gaping jaws; the mountains erupt from around sea level, jutting straight up into jagged peaks that conversely cascade to the lush green valley floor. The weather actually started to warm into the 60’s. Soon, we spotted moose-poop-spore and the road signs were now showing symbols of moose and bear but not deer. I suspect there are still deer but they certainly weren’t kidding on the bear. We spotted our first one off the side of the road in a small meadow munching on something and giving us an annoying look. We saw the next one a ways down the road, running across the highway into an oncoming vehicle – it made it to the other side safely. We slowed down and saw it tucked amongst the trees. The last one we saw just off the side of the road and we managed to get a shot.
Still no moose though!
The roads were in good condition and there wasn’t much traffic. Our plan was to head towards Stewart on Highway 37a that turned out to be insanely spectacular. We passed multiple avalanche warnings with other signs that warned of planned explosions, an unnatural betrayal of the natural order. Thankfully the threat of avalanches was over, but it was obvious where it could be problematic. There were still signs of early spring snow on the sides of the highway, but otherwise the countryside was dry save for the numerous waterfalls cascading down the cliffs. The roads were actually in good condition considering the brutal weather conditions they endure; we ran into a few frost heaves but nothing that slowed us down much.
Then we turned a corner and were met with a glacier that spilled into a partially frozen lake. We paused to contemplate the glacial blue melt against the slate and snow, the only sound being the wind, the only movement being the ice flows across the lake. We didn’t realize that this was Bear Glacier. We were simply impressed with stumbling upon this stately feature along the road.
As with the glacier, you can always expect the unexpected; due to the unusually cold spring the Kinaskan and Meziadin Provincial Parks closed and cancelled my reservations due to snow (though we couldn’t find any in the forecast) and wouldn’t open again until the 20th, then the RV Park in Stewart cancelled as well and closed permanently. Seriously, snow…..again!!!! I scrambled for other accommodations and no one was answering their phones in either Stewart or Hyder. I found a recreation site near Clements Lake and decided to take our chances and boondock there.
When we arrived the road into the recreation area was covered in a couple of feet of slushy snow, something that BigB simply could not navigate so we wound up boondocking near the entrance amongst the pines, they had cleared out that area but for some reason not the road into the recreation area.
Thankfully we are self-contained and set up house for the evening, along with another RV similar to our size. Not long after we settled in we felt something rocking the RV; well the bear spray was in one of the bays so I handed Bob the pepper spray in case it was a curious bear. He didn’t see anything but the neighbor in the RV parked behind us said a “Fisher Cat” had been walking all over our cargo rack! We never saw it but found out it is like a large mongoose.
Then we had a run of folks trying to find a place to camp or boondock and they saw us, looked at the road to Clements Lake and turned around. One almost got stuck trying to drive through the snow and we were wondering if we needed to help bail them out. The problem is none of the Provincial Parks in the area are open. We were warned about the remoteness, but didn’t bank on everything in the area cancelling on us.
About midnight I was awakened by a misdirected squirrel who had landed on our roof, chirping and confused. It eventually quieted down.
Like the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley, despite the weather challenges we had, you certainly can’t beat the scenery.
The next morning the sun broke through and we drove back to Bear Glacier for coffee and breakfast. Like the Canyonlands Needles Outlook in Utah, there was no one around and we drank coffee in blissful solitude, watching the morning sun break over the ridge to illuminate the blue sky and surrounding cliffs. The gulls glided across the icefields that fed into the lake, celebrating the glorious morning. The water falls tumbled down the precipices, feeding the lake below, converging its tears into a glacial translucence welcomed by the riverock, a pristine race easily witnessed through a magnificent wilderness lens.
After this meditation, we spotted beaver further up the road and of course more bears.
Alas, still no moose….
Be warned that we had no cell service and even after driving back to Highway 37 we thought we would have encountered a cell tower but, hence no luck.
We swung by the Kinaskan Provincial Park that was supposed to be closed but we found it open. We stopped for tea and pondered whether to stay in one of the lovely spots but we really needed to get in touch with our realtor as our house is in the process of being sold.
We arrived at Iskut thinking there would be a cell tower, still no luck. We arrived at the Red Goat lodge and RV park and managed to get some wi-fi and hookups. None of the major carriers can be bothered with cell service on the Stewart Cassiar Highway. In a way it’s fitting, it forces you to embrace the remoteness we used to experience camping years ago. If you want to be off-the-grid where the wild things are – this is your ticket!
We set up camp across from the partially frozen Eddontenajon Lake. The weather was nice and since there were so many sites available (until we pack of RVs showed up) we decided to be naughty and hijacked one of the camping spots that overlooked the lake to build a fire (they were 15 amp which is why we didn’t choose it in the first place); we essentially spread across two camping spots.
We ended the day with our version of “Fire and Ice.”
After a cold night (down to 28 degrees) we headed out to Watson Lake in the Yukon Territory – this would take us through the remainder of the Stewart Cassiar Highway. We drove for several non-descript miles until Dease Lake. The traffic is scarce and there isn’t much along this stretch of highway; you really are in the wild. No cell, no gas stations or towns for miles; not the best place to break down.
We passed our first “caution – caribou” signs and then suddenly we saw a moose in a marsh along with swans, loons, geese, duck and other birds whose origin I wasn’t sure of.
We started to meander once again through spectacular mountain ranges with never-ending frozen lakes.
Then, as you can expect the unexpected with wildlife, a caribou appeared on the side of the road – I only had a second to catch a poor quality iPhone image before it disappeared further into the forest.
We continued our trek through this remote wilderness, barely seeing any other cars, disconnected from society wondering if this road ever got much busier; you drive through it and there are some campgrounds and the occasional towns where the population can’t be more than fifty people.
After nearly 180 miles and around four hours of driving we passed approximately 15 cars and 4 motorcycles.
If you want to disappear into the wild, then the Stewart Cassiar Highway is a must-do.