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Grand Prairie was our last taste of civilization before we were consumed by the vast wilderness of northern BC and The Yukon. We made the most of it by enjoying the Chuckwagon Races at the Teepee Creek Stampede, a few beers and one last night in a house. Dom's old friend Paul hosted us and generously sent us off with a big McDonalds breakfast that kept our bellies content well into the afternoon.
Ben's bike wouldn't start in the morning as the side stand safety cable was caught on the tank bag strap but that was quickly rectified. What followed was a beautiful day for riding which saw us reach the Alaska Highway at Dawson Creek. We camped at Fort Nelson and got some tips from our neighbour Shelley from the Yukon.
The next day had a bit of everything: sun, rain, hail, mud, and dust greeted us periodically throughout the day. It was also a good day for wildlife as we saw a black bear, several moose with their young , mountain sheep, and tons of Buffalo.
The unique Liard Hotspring was a welcome stop along the way and was quite soothing for our tender behinds... Even after three days!
We ended up finding a campsite next to the Hyland River at the BC/Yukon border. It was an old bumpy hunting road to get in there but certainly worth the effort.
Yesterday was a new adventure. After checking out Sign Post Forest in Watson Lake, Shelley from the Yukon's advice led us down 500km of gravel, dirt and mud through stunning scenery. We went 375km without a gas station but luckily we all made it without even needing to go into the reserve tank. Good to know our range! Not much wildlife today other than a porcupine and the odd chipmunk. When we fuelled up in Ross River, YT we were struck by the harsh realities of living in such a remote northern community with little access to services. Businesses were boarded up and the town felt quite somber. We continued on to Faro, YT and had a big supper at the hotel prepared by an ex-army cook and served by a lovely Austrian lady who moved from Europe to the Yukon to have a bit more space and fewer people. She has certainly come to the right place.
We set up our tents by Johnson Lake next to an old float plane just before the rain started to fall. We hope to get to Dawson City today which, if you trust Google, is 13 hours away, but the locals say it's closer to 6.