British Columbia, Fort Saint John and Dawson Creek, June 3, 2008

25 06 2008

Mile Zero of the Alaska Highway

Perhaps our brief visit to Fort Saint John would have gone better if we had bathed in the 5 days prior. True, we had gone into the hotsprings so we weren’t smelly, but the water made my hair stringy and I was covered in little sores and scabs from the copious mosquito bites I had sustained in the north. This is the only explanation I can come up with for why the 5 or 6 pharmacists eyed me suspiciously from afar as I waited at length at their Shopper’s Drug Mart counter to ask for a bottle of Florastor (which, to their credit, they had. Previous attempts to procure this product outside of Vancouver had only resulted in retail confusion). When I tried to put my recycling in the bins at PriceSmart the stockboy confronted me and tried to throw my recycling in the garbage! (One really great thing we found out is Fort Saint John recycles thoroughly and often—there’s Eco Depots everywhere).

 Because Fort Saint John was our first opportunity for technology in quite a few days, and because I wanted to thrift shop in small towns (where all the best finds are found) we ended up being there for a lot more hours than we had planned. There were phone calls and emails to be answered, and the thrift store yielded up a radical magnetic spice rack that Step said he had considered ordering for online more than once, as well as 2 jumpsuits, a dress, and a board game called Cartel which was only missing a few pieces and we have, at the time of this writing, yet to test drive.

Honey Place is Closed

R.I.P. Ernie Fuhr

Although Fort Saint John has by far the snazziest pamphlet on the Tourist Info Booth wall, we didn’t find much else of interest to us. The one attraction we had both been looking forward to was The Honey Place, home of the world’s largest glass beehive, which is right on the ourskirts of the town. But when we got there it was closed.  Ernie Furh, The Beeman, had died! This was a sad and disappointing moment. Butterflies and Honeybees, sufferin’ succotash, this is not my trip for visiting insects.

 Dawson Creek, also Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway, was our next map marker, and as we approached we go our first prairie lightning, and our first rain for the trip, and we stopped at Safeway for wireless (not operational yet), and then we were in the prairies.




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