The Highway

I'm slowly making progress across British Columbia. This place is huge, in case you were wondering. I drove approximately 10 hours today.

I saw a bear today! It took me 3 days before I saw any form of wildlife I had been warned was going to cross the road. I actually saw two bears and the first bear I saw was actually crossing the highway. That first bear I saw was the highlight of my day. I've never seen a real wild bear before. He was a little black bear. I was so excited when I saw him that I exclaimed, "ITS A BEAR!" to the sleeping frenchies in the back seat. They did not give a shit about the bear at all. The second bear I saw was sitting on his butt in the ditch on the side of the highway eating something.  

I keep using the word highway. It's technically a highway. It's called highway 37. But lets get real here. Half the time it's a gravel road.The other half of the time its a paved road. But it doesn't have lines painted anywhere. It's the wild west of highway travel.

The highway at its best.

The highway with no identifying lines.

The highway is really a gravel road.

The speed limit is impossibly slow, also. Not that I'm concerned about being pulled over by the police. I barely see oncoming vehicles anymore, never mind any kind of law enforcement. The speed limit is what the speed limit is on this highway because it's so curvy through the mountains. Oh, and because its freaking gravel. Death is imminent if you go too fast. 35 mph to 65 mph is all I can really muster. And 65 mph is technically speeding. 

I had to figure out how to switch my car over to read kilometers and liters of gas. It's still weird seeing it written on the dash that way. I can't wait to get into Alaska and be done with this metric system stuff. I have no idea how much gas I'm putting in my car at any given time. I'm not doing math-- I am an old dog who won't learn new tricks.

And speaking of dogs, here are pictures of my dogs in Canada:

I so badly want to call them French Canadian Bulldogs.

They are being amazing travelers. They've been on the road since the 7th and they are cooperating surprisingly well. They sleep in their kennels while we are on the road. We get out and go potty every 2 hours or so and take a short walk around a rest stop. They are great travel companions.