Liard Hot Springs -> Dawson Creek (471 miles)
It ended up raining all night again. When I woke up, I had to wait an hour for the rain to let up so I could pack my tent and head out for Dawson Creek. The forecast was cloudy skies and rain until I hit Fort Nelson. I lucked out and stayed dry for most of the morning while riding along Lake Muncho. I kind of wished I had camped next to the lake because it was absolutely beautiful. It had a deep aquamarine color and mountainous landscape surrounding it.
For most of the ride to Fort Nelson I had to deal with road construction and got stop multiple times waiting for a pilot car. At one patch they said I’d only have to wait 10 minutes but it ended up being almost an hour.
I was pretty lucky on the weather up until 30 miles outside Fort Nelson when it began to pour on me and hail. I had to slow down my speed to 20 mph because it felt like someone was stabbing me in the shin with an ice needle. Luckily the weather cell only last a few miles.
Just before I got to Fort Nelson I hit another stretch of road construction. I thought I was in the clear when it came to the weather as I could see blue skies in the distance. However, I was stopped right under a dark cloud and sure enough it started to rain on me while I was waiting for the pilot car. I could only help but laugh at my luck.
After filling up in Fort Nelson I hit the road as fast as I could. I could see blue skies in front of me and was looking forward to some nice riding weather. When I finally left the cloudy area I couldn’t help but shout in my helmet “WOOOOO.” It was the first blue skies I’d seen in 2 days. Even though the roads were long and straight, it was the most enjoyable riding I had had in a long time. I wouldn’t get stopped by road construction the rest of the day.
After a long day of riding I finally made it to Dawson Creek where the Alaskan Highway begins. I made my way straight to the “World Famous Alaska Highway” sign to grab a quick photo.
I ended up camping near the outskirts of town at Pioneer Park where I met two motorcyclist, a father and son. They were heading to Edmonton and Banff, where they lived, the following day so I asked them for some advice on where to stop on the way and what to see. I wasn’t able to get to sleep too early since there was a circus, literally, in the campground, but I was far enough south where it was finally starting to get dark again at night.
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