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Before we left Fort Nelson this morning Ken and I got our fishing licenses for British Columbia. It seems that although the sun comes up around 4:00 AM, no one in the “North Country” as the natives call it, goes to work at the published hours for their establishments. When we asked where we could get our licenses and when they opened, people told us the businesses opened at 8:00, or maybe 9:00 or 9:30 but because this was Saturday and it was the “Mud bog” weekend, they may not open at all. We finally found a store open and off we went to Muncho Lake.
Before we left Fort Nelson this morning Ken and I got our fishing licenses for British Columbia. It seems that although the sun comes up around 4:00 AM, no one in the “North Country” as the natives call it, goes to work at the published hours for their establishments. When we asked where we could get our licenses and when they opened, people told us the businesses opened at 8:00, or maybe 9:00 or 9:30 but because this was Saturday and it was the “Mud bog” weekend, they may not open at all. We finally found a store open and off we went to Muncho Lake.
During the drive we saw Caribou, Stone sheep and Mountain goats. The coats were very ragged. The drive in places is very treacherous as the animals think they own the road. Come to think of it, I guess they do. They lay down on the road and the roads are rather winding.
Muncho Lake Provincial Park has as its main attraction Muncho Lake. A very long but not very wide, glacier fed lake of pristine beauty. At its deepest spot the bottom is 743 feet. As a result, it has large populations of Lake trout and Artic Grayling. We hope to reduce this population just a bit.
We were planning on staying in the Provincial Campground but all but one of the 15 camping spots were taken so Ken and Debbie stayed there and we went back up the road a bit and stayed at a commercial campground.
We were given a beautiful spot 30 feet from the lake. A bit tight for our rig but Abby is a master of direction and we managed to shoehorn the beast in such a way as to look out the windshield and see this majestic lake. The only problem was that after we put the jacks down, let the air out of the airbags, opened the slide outs, the power quit on the pedestal.
I reset the GFI, tried again, same result. Walked around, found the maintenance supervisor. He tells me it is the RV that is causing the problem and not his campground. I disagreed with him so I got out some extension cords and while he was standing there watching me, plugged them into the sites on either side of us. They worked fine. In come the slides, up go the jacks, pump air back into the bags, disconnect the water while Abby puts away items inside the RV and go to start and discover one of the cats has puked all over Abby’s computer and the couch.
We moved to the new site and 3 hours after we arrived we were finally settled. Below is the view from the RV.
They have a seaplane operation here and the pilot is the owner of the plane and campground which includes a small hotel. We talk a bit about airplanes and I said the plane look pretty new. He said he previously had 3 airplanes and a hangar but they all burned up last fall in a fire. I asked him if it was an electrical problem. He gave me a funny look and asked “how did you know”? Lucky guess.
Ken and I are going fishing on the lake tonight. Wifi here at the campground for some reason will not let me add more pictures. More later.
