Ken and I launched our boats for 2 days of fishing. The unique thing about the lake is it rarely gets windy so you can paddle or in Ken's case, putter all around the lake in mostly calm water.
As we were launching our boats, the contract park ranger, aka "mall cop" came by to pick up the daily fee for camping in the Provisional park. Earlier that morning, Ken called me on the "walkie talkie" to tell me a spot opened up and I drove my jeep to the site and parked it. I walked back to the RV, cranked it up and drove it to the new site. When "mall cop" saw my jeep and RV he asked me if I was the guy who had illegally parked jeep to protect the site. Guilty as charged, officer! I explained to him the other solution would have required me to hook up the car to the RV and then unhook it again a mile down the road. In other words, a government solution to a simple problem that I wasn't interested in applying. I paid him cash in Canadian currency bought some firewood and he was happy.
Speaking of firewood, last night we were lighting a wet wood campfire with a roadside flare when our neighbor ($500,000 RV) from Las Vegas came over and was about to squirt Coleman starter fluid on the wood to "help" us out. I told him it was a good way self emolate himself like the Buddhist's Monks did during the Viet Nam war. He said he did this all the time. This guy looks like someone out of the Sopranos and who used to be in construction in Las Vegas. Did this all the time?????
While Abby and I were out kayaking we came across a guy named Hans fishing from a dock with his dog. He was catching some nice Lake Trout. He told us his dog (schnauzer) would retrieve fish from the water for him when they fell off the hook. We talked to him for awhile and as we were paddling away he asked me if I was a pilot. We thought that was a strange question. It turns out he was a retired maintenance manager for Continental Airlines and we knew a lot of the same people. Small world.
We left Muncho Lake this morning and had a very leisurely drive in the rain, again. Since we crossed the Canadian border last Tuesday, it has rained every day. Jealous Houston?
We saw many buffalo and bears and got some good pictures despite the constant rain.
We refueled in Watson Lake at an interesting place called Tags. No asphalt or concrete just acres of mud and the pump were placed in narrow lanes. As I was fueling a rather elderly lady was attempting to gas up at a pump with no hoses. I explained to her she should probably move to a different pump. She choose to come down my lane and shoehorn her car into position. It looked to me that her right rear view mirror was going to become a new fixture on our RV if I didn't step in to help. I suggested she back up her car and go to the next lane which was wide open. She said "back up?, I can barely drive the car, I'm going forward."
I could not position myself between the RV and her car as there was no room so I stood in front of her car with the promise to myself at the first hint of a rpm surge I was jumping on the hood of her car. Fortunately she could follow directions and managed to get through without redecorating our RV.
We will be putting the sign we had made in the Sign Post Forest tomorrow. Hopefully there will be pictures of the epic event.
