08 August 2018

Heading East

We've been to the farthest North we're going to get in the Arctic, and as far South as the Canada/USA border. Now it's time to travel across Canada towards the Atlantic Ocean.

The last post had us headed for Watson Lake, where we hoped to get some work done on Gregory, our noble vehicle. That was a partial success. The muffler was professionally bolted back into place and has stayed there! Getting help from an auto electrician was much more difficult. It seemed as though they were all booked up for 3 months ahead in every part of Canada. It wasn't until we reached Summerland in South British Columbia that we found one to fix our left rear indicator. We are very grateful to Bob of B-Wired for squeezing in our task one evening amongst his other work.

While Bob was making sense of the tangled wires underneath Gregory I noticed that one of the front tyres was very badly worn on one side. That's a nearly new tyre! So the next day we visited a tyre shop. No, we didn't get a new tyre under warranty – the other front tyre was almost as bad. Gregory's front wheels were badly out of alignment and pretty much had to be freshly attached with new tyres, rods, bushes and other mysterious parts. We were a danger on the road! Tyrecraft recognised the gravity of the situation and went to work as soon as the parts could be secured. While they were about it they fitted new brake linings. It was expensive, but necessary. Gregory no longer looks like a cartoon vehicle with knock knees. And his steering is more definite.

The wobbly wheels had taken us along almost empty roads to Yellowknife, the capital of Northwest Territory (NWT). We followed the Ingraham Trail for 50-odd kilometres before turning round and starting South. On the way we saw more bears and many wood bison. They seem to care nothing for vehicles and just graze or chew their cud as if humans and their machines didn't exist. The frequent warnings to watch out for bison are not for fun. If you come across one suddenly on the highway you cannot rely on it to get out of the way and a collision could well kill the occupants of the vehicle as well as the cud-chewer.

One noteworthy stop (this was before Yellowknife) was the Liard River Hot Springs. Big deal, you say. There are plenty of hot springs in New Zealand. But these were almost natural. There are changing rooms beside the hotter pool, and steps down into the water. Otherwise, it is pretty much left as nature made it. And it was only $5 each to have a long, relaxing wallow.
The natural setting

Is everybody happy?  You bet your life we are!


One of the NWT trails is named the Waterfalls Trail. We may have skipped one or two of the smaller ones, but we enjoyed seeing most of the list. The Lady Evelyn Falls were, from their name, a must-see attraction.
Cameron Falls

Lady Evelyn Falls


At 60 degrees North latitude we crossed into Alberta. What we immediately noticed was not the beauty of Alberta – there's not much difference in the scenery at 59o– but we found there were fewer places to pull off the road and camp for the night. Eventually we found a bit of hard surface with what looked like a pink portaloo, presumably for the road mending crews.

A much nicer campsite in Northwest Territories. Just beyond the trees on the left is a large lake with loons to sing us to sleep.

As we went South the scenery did change. There were farms. We hadn't seen significant agriculture in weeks! Mostly we identified the yellow flowers of canola and, we think, barley.

The second night in Alberta was much better. A park at Peace River allowed free camping next to a fishing pond. We didn't see anyone catch anything, but we saw a fox disputing ownership of some edible rubbish with a pair of magpies and in the morning we got some lovely pictures of a red-winged blackbird.
One of the disappointed magpies can be seen through the angle of the bench.

A red-winged blackbird ...

... in flight. Note the reflection.


In Edmonton we started a series of visits to friends that continued through Calgary to the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia. Their hospitality was always warm and generous, whether we paused for lunch or stayed for a week. Our grateful thanks to Ann & David Ogden, Brenda Vickers, Jane & David Theilmann, Jan & Norm Wegerhoff and Lynne & Dave Tullis. Having a shower rather than a flannel wash has become a treat.

In the Okanagan we came close to some of the wildfires that are troubling Canada this year. We never had to change our route to avoid a fire, but we certainly were aware of the smoke and sometimes could see a red glow in the mountains.
The beach on Lake Okanagan at Trout Creek, Summerland.  The haze is smoke particles from the wildfires.


In between the visits we camped at a variety of sites. Arriving in Drumheller there was a big pullout in front of the town's name sign and the only restriction was not leaving our vehicle unattended for more than 18 hours. It was easy to comply. A gem was the free campground at Waitabit Creek Recreation Site. It is on the banks of a river and one of the most delightful camping spots we have used.
What could be more welcoming than a free campsite and a model dinosaur?

Waitabit Creek

The attraction of Drumheller is the magnificent fossil museum, which wore out our feet long before our interest waned. It almost seems that you cannot turn a spadeful of earth in Alberta without turning up a dinosaur skeleton. Nearby are some limestone rocks weathered into strange shapes and called “hoodoos”.
The museum has signs forbidding the feeding of wildlife, but this gopher expected that rule to be broken.

Hoodoos

The layered rock, which is a feature of the Drumheller region.

More hoodoos.

Now we have left friends' houses behind are are heading East. Along the way there are any number of parks and historical sites, but if we visited them all it would be difficult to get out of British Columbia, let alone reach the Atlantic Coast.

We have admired the beauty of Waterton Lakes (although it was blowing a gale and most of the trails were closed anyway), peered at some of the pictograms and petroglyphs in Writing-on-Stone Park and are approaching Grasslands National Park in Saskatchewan. Mostly we have been travelling on secondary roads. There is much less traffic, but there are fewer places to pull off the road.

Wildlife: We have seen more bears, glimpsed a large animal that was probably a moose, seen more live deer than dead ones and seen LOTS of wood bison. After one day of seeing several, similar small animals we quizzed the locals in Fort Simpson and concluded that they were muskrats.
A couple of wood bison wandered past while we were camped for the night beside the road.

Wood bison calves.

Most animals have been spotted from the cab as we drive along, but one of the bears appeared as we were enjoying the Orchid Walk across the river from Dawson City. I was lying on the ground trying to get a particularly artistic photo of some orchids when Eve said “There's a bear.” I was concentrating on the camera, of course. “Bill, there's a BEAR.” I got up and unholstered the bear spray. The bear ignored us entirely and wandered off. By the time I tried to get a picture it was just a black, furry backside disappearing in distant bushes.
A black bear and her cub, photographed from inside the vehicle!

One morning drive was rewarded with heaps of small mammals frolicking beside or across the road. Quite a few were squirrels. Others may have been ground squirrels or marmots. One was a hare that ran out into the road and then stopped to look at the motor home as we approached at 90km per hour. Sorry, hare. :-(.
A surprised gopher - species unknown.

A chipmunk.

There have been birds, many of them unidentified despite the guides we carry with us. One easily identifiable species was the sandhill crane. We've seen about a dozen. Most of them flew away before we could get a camera to bear, and the two that didn't fly managed to put enough herbage between them and the camera to spoil the picture. How does such a big bird do that?

Bonapart's Gull

Raven

Cedar waxwing

California Quail

California Quail chicks
A Mew Gull (we think) in Yellowknife

Can anyone identify this one for us?

One other definite species that we added to the list is the yellow-bellied sapsucker. It's a kind of woodpecker, with not much yellow colouring at all, but a red throat that distinguishes the male from other woodpeckers.
Yellow-bellied sapsucker

Canada has masses of lakes, but the waterfowl are almost always:
  • Canada geese,
  • brown ducks with no species-specific markings,
  • too distant to identify even with binoculars, or
  • entirely absent.

It is most frustrating.
A frog discovered near Cameron Falls in Northwest Territories.  How does it survive the winters so far North?

One of many beautiful butterflies at the botanic gardens near Edmonton.

We've been photographing flowers everywhere we've been.  Eve knows nearly all of their families, at least.  We'll label them soon.  Well, sometime.











Other random photographs:
A natural bridge in the Rockies.

The Canada/USA border near the Tullis's house.  The Americans would not think it amusing if we climbed over the wire.  The obelisk records the date of the survey and, if you happen to be lost, which side is which.
It's a great name, but it only has old cars so we did not go inside.

Hooray.  We think all churches should be free of evangelicals.



06 July 2018

Quick update from Watson Lake, Yukon

We've been travelling a little while now without telling the world what's been happening. It's partly because Bill has been working, and partly because Internet access is sometimes problematical and partly because we have been having a good time. We hope to have a more complete account posted sometime, but here is an outline and a few photographs.

The work: Bill has not completely retired. He has retained two clients and BOTH of them want work now. This should be completed pretty soon .

Where we've been: From Vancouver we took the westerly route via Whistler to Prince George, turned left on the Yellowhead Highway and then right onto the Stewart-Cassiar Highway. When this met the Alaska Highway, we headed West again to Whitehorse in the Yukon. From there it was North and more North on the Klondike and Dempster Highways to Inuvik. The latter is a 'no exit' road so we had no choice but to retrace our steps to the Klondike Hwy before heading into Dawson City. Over the Yukon River by free ferry and we travelled the Top of the World Highway to the border with Alaska. We turned around there (the reason is below), and doubled back to Whitehorse. Our next destination is Yellowknife via Watson Lake and several places with even more improbable names.

The bad time: An unpleasant border guard at Poker Creek would not give us permission to enter the USA for two days. He would only grant the 3 months under the ETSA program, of which 88 days would be spent in Canada, and afterwards the onerous conditions for USA re-entry would apply. So we turned around. The Canadian border guard on the other side of the building was very nice indeed. He stamped our passports, effectively giving us 6 months in Canada from that date. We probably won't use his generous gesture because we are not enthusiastic about driving in a Canadian winter, but it was a real kindness.

The good times: We won't list them all. The highlights include: 
  • meeting Gretchen and Russ Berquam several times along the Dempster Highway. They are really nice folk and veryexperienced RVers. They taught us a lot. And hosted an impromptu party in their RV, and invited us to a french toast breakfast, and … We made them promise to visit us in NZ.
  • attending the Aboriginal Day celebrations in Inuvik. We were a little bit nervous about watching activities that were for the local First Nations people (formerly known as Eskimos), but we needn't have worried. Visitors were very warmly welcomed. In fact, the master of ceremonies asked if there was anyone from outside Canada. We put up our hands and were presented with a little bag each, containing souvenirs of Inuvik. The activities of the day deserve and will get a separate post.

Vehicle imperfections: We didn't expect a 24-year-old motor home to behave faultlessly and we've had some issues. We had a tyre blow out about 5km from completing the return trip along the Dempster Highway. That's not too bad. Lots of folk get punctures over about 1,500km of gravel road. But it turned out that Gregory's toolkit was very incomplete, so we couldn't change the wheel without assistance, and the tyres were worn and very old. So we had a full set of six new tyres fitted and bought the requisite jack and wrenches. 
Now the left rear indicator won't work. It's not the bulb, and an initial diagnosis by a mechanic in Dawson City didn't find the cause. All the mechanics in Whitehorse are busy, so we're hoping to get it fixed in Watson Lake. 
And on the way to Watson Lake we heard a strange sound, which turned out to be the muffler dragging on the highway. We've managed a temporary fix and we hope to get a proper repair today.

Mammals: There ARE bears in Canada. We've seen several. Most of them were black bears, but one was entirely brown and Eve is sure its 'face' was different, so that was a grizzly. There are also squirrels and snowshoe hares and chipmunks and marmots, but despite the frequent warning signs to look out for them we haven't seen any moose, elk or caribou. And the only deer was a dead one. :-(

A red squirrel.  Not the same species as the European red squirrel.

A snowshoe hare.  You can see the white feet if you look carefully.


Birds:The birding hasn’t been too good. Perhaps the RV makes too much noise. Lots of American robins, white-crowned sparrows, swallows and ravens. A few grey jays. However, I did get some shots of an eagle at Tsiigehtchic. I thought it was a Golden Eagle, but an expert birder friend says no, it is an immature Bald Eagle.
White-winged crossbill.

White-crowned sparrow.

Dark-eyed junco.

An immature bald eagle disguised as a golden eagle.

The same mendacious bird.

Insects: Swallowtail butterflies are very pretty and common. Lovely. Despite powerful chemicals we have donated blood to many mosquitoes, which are much more common and not at all pretty.

We found several of these congregations, always around moisture.


Flowers: Lots of them and many different species. Since they don't run away and hide we have lots of photographs. :-)
Eve will label the flowers when she gets some time.








Spotted lady's slipper orchid.

Two more of the same.  The bloom on the left is beginning the process of ripening the seeds.


Scenery: Canada is abundantly supplied with gorgeous scenery. We append a few examples.

Kinaskan Lake, British Columbia.

Rancheria Falls, Yukon.


From the Top of the World Highway, Yukon.

The Arctic tundra.


Special thanks to Ann Marie Dillon, who invited us to contact her when we were in Whitehorse. She provided a free place to park, delicious meals and wonderful company.

14 May 2018

The Travels Begin

Our “big trip” got off to an inauspicious start. The flight from Nelson to Wellington was cancelled. Air New Zealand apologised and re-booked us via Christchurch, so what should have been a 35 minute hop across Cook Strait took the whole afternoon. And our lunch + afternoon catch-up with Don and Heather Woollen had to be abandoned. The coffee and sandwich that Air NZ's vouchers bought us was poor compensation.

The diversion had other drawbacks. NSN to WLG is a 'regional' sector and does not involve emptying ones pockets so that security can count your change and x-ray your electronic gadgets. Our luggage was very close to the maximum weight, and I confess that my cabin bag was a trifle over what is allowed. In Nelson they are not too suspicious and we were cleared to fly to Christchurch without trouble. But CHC to WLG is a primary domestic route and before we could board the second flight we had to submit to scanning.

The reason my cabin bag was over the limit was a gift to Elizabeth (Bill's daughter) and Tim in Wellington – a frozen goose. We expected some comment, or at least a grin, from the operator of the x-ray machine but there was no outward reaction. Maybe oven-ready poultry is a common element of New Zealanders' travel necessaries.

The other consequence of the re-routing was not so amusing. Bill had jammed a sleeping bag under a network of stretchy bungy cords on the outside of his suitcase. It seemed a very secure attachment, but the sleeping bag was missing when we retrieved the case from the carousel in Wellington. Luckily it was quickly located, still in Christchurch Airport. Arrangements were made to pick it up again before our next flight, 3 days later, and we were advised not to check in bags with outside attachments again!

The main objective of going to Wellington was to spend time with Elizabeth and Tim, and this was achieved. We all went to Zealandia, a sanctuary where native birds and reptiles flourish behind a pest-proof fence. We had a delightful walk and saw many Saddlebacks and Whiteheads, rare on the mainland, foraging in the undergrowth. We were lucky to meet a couple of the even rarer Stitchbirds. Of the commoner birds, Tui and Kaka were predominant in the bush and pied shags were numerous around the lake. 
A North Is. Robin

And another.

A Tui about to raid nectar put out for the Kaka

A Kaka at a feeder

Zealandia also has a population of tuatara

The Takahe, Zealandia's rarest inhabitants, were not at their usual post near the lake and we thought we had missed them. But just before we had to leave one of them turned up and posed for a photo.

A Paradise Shelduck


On the Sunday we went to the National Museum, Te Papa, which had a special exhibition, The Scale of our War, about NZ's involvement in the Gallipoli campaign of WW1. It was extremely well done and very sobering.

The goose, alas, was a bit of a disappointment. We didn't know the age of the bird we had culled from our little flock and it turned out to be an old, tough one. Tim cooked it on the barbecue. It was certainly flavoursome, but required lots of chewing.

From Wellington we flew to Auckland. For the next 2 weeks we had a very sociable time, catching up with friends, and even doing a little work. Bill is not completely retired. It was while Bill was in a business meeting that Eve had her handbag stolen. She was sitting outside a cafe in the Queens Arcade when the bag was snitched from the ground beside her. Luckily it had nothing really vital, like a passport, in it, and her 'phone and tablet were safe on the table. But it did mean that we had to spend the rest of the day advising banks to cancel cards, reporting the theft to the police and ascertaining the procedure for obtaining a replacement drivers license.

It would be tedious for all but those involved to recount all we did in that fortnight, and name all those whose company we enjoyed, but special thanks for their hospitality are due to Sungesh & Devyani Singh in Auckland, Martin Little in Whitianga, Jill & John Greenfield in Papamoa Beach (Tauranga) and Steve & Lis Franklin in Hamilton.
Sungesh's mother, Eve, Devyani and Sungesh

Our touring was done in a tiny Mazda rented from Hitch Rentals. We located them courtesy of Mr Google and are happy to recommend them. Friendly no-fuss service, a reliable car and very modest charges.
Bill trying Martin's microlight for size.  No, he didn't attempt to fly it.

Martin and Eve negotiating a rocky outcrop at Opito Bay


We guided ourselves around strange streets with a new Tomtom GPS. This was purchased with the trip to N America in mind and it performed pretty well. What it didn't know was that the Waikato Expressway has a speed limit of 110kph and Malcom-Edgar (as we have christened the machine) made loud, disapproving noises when he calculated that we had exceeded his programmed speed limit of 100kph. Fortunately, these audible warnings can be turned off.

On Sunday, 13 May we returned the tiny Mazda, were efficiently shuttled to the International Terminal and checked in for our flight to Vancouver.