We stayed in another obscure park at the Sikanni River crossing. This park is not very cultured. It has quite a few RV spots that are scattered around a large dirt lot which gets lots of puddles after it rains. It had rained the day we got there, so the mud and puddles were large. They dried while we were there, making it easier to keep the dogs dry during our walks.
The daylight hours get less as you go south, and if it is somewhat clear, sunsets are visible.
The dogs and I get up early, and we saw this sunrise. The puddles in the lot can look nice when they reflect the sky.
This is all that is left of an early bridge across the Sikanni. Burned by arson in 1992, but listed in my 1989 Alcan Hiway book as one of the oldest remaining…
Rather than fishing, I took a hike into the Sikanni Falls.
Here is a closer picture. The trail is 1.8 Km, and I got down easily. Getting back up was slower, but I had less trouble than I anticipated, and no lingering pain, so I am happy.
Here are logs caught in a whirlpool at the bottom of the falls.
This is a big mushroom in the forest.
After driving the falls parking lot, I took another fork in the road for about 10 miles and found this. A hunting camp of 4 “First Nation” guys. They invited me for coffee and we sat around their fire and talked. Very intersting perspective on life when they need to find large mammals to kill and eat through the winter.
These are some of the temporary housing units used by the oil workers in the area.