We spent our night in a gravel pull-off beside the road with no traffic to interrupt our sleep. A few native villages are scattered the length of the road, but not much else. The Cassiar winds by pristine blue glacial lakes and rivers. Seeing bears became so common place that even Bucky blew by some without taking out his camera. Rivers connect to lakes and lakes become rivers in a valley of Spruce too thick to see through. Equally as thick, are the bugs. If the winds of WY can drive a man mad, the bugs of the Cassiar are sure to do so. We were happy to be enclosed with screens on the windows and thought how awful it would be to sleep in a tent. At mile 97.5 of the Cassiar, one can turn west onto 37a to Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK. Our plan was to go to these towns in search of the Golden Spruce, a huge tree that was cut down by a crazy person. However, we discovered that the tree is only accessible from Prince Rupert and then by ferry, so......no need for us to take 37a. We continued on until connecting with the Alaskan Highway.
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