So I was awakened by the sound of vehicles and even heavier rain the next morning, along with a not so full bladder I decided to stay nice and warm & dry in my tent until I had to actually get up. I hate breaking down my camp in the rain!! A few hours later I wakened to more loud motorcycles passing by and noticed the absence of rain. I again assumed my dad role and roused my still sleeping son to plan the days ride then reloaded the bikes. We pulled back onto the road a little chilled but with clear blue skies ahead and were greeted by a beautiful lake just down the road when we spooked an Elk into jumping into the water and swim to the far shore.
We looked at the map and realized the hot springs were near by but daylight was burning so we pushed on. I was very PO'ed to discover my Go-Pro camera had not recorded the ride from our campsite to past Muncho Lake. Muncho lake is a beautiful blue lake that reminds me of Lake Tahoe or Crater Lake with a nice two lane road paralleling the eastern shore. The road is often crossed by mountain goats so caution was in order after last night's close encounter with wildlife. As usual my ongoing search for high octane gas was frustrated by the service area north of Muncho Lake not offering the product
. We motored on until the hamlet of Pink Mountain, BC appeared complete with airfield, gas station and eatery! As good as this was we still had to run the UDF gauntlet to partake of victuals. We were greeted by a comely young lady and given the run of seating, choosing a booth next to a power outlet so my son's cell phone, Go-Pro camera batteries could be recharged as we ate. I took note of the tradition of stapling hats to the ceiling of the restaurant.
The meal was excellent and quite filling but like so much along the ALCAN, not cheap. I asked our hostess if the airfield sold aviation grade fuel , she replied the pilots taxi over to the gas pumps to fill up their plane's tanks. I thanked her and went out to fill the bike from my Jerry Cans supply of high test and got back on the road. We had had been advised of the wildlife we would encounter and soon we were in the thick of it.
My son was all about the wildlife and was pretty excited about what we were seeing, until the grizzlies. He didn't want to pose with them, while I decided to stop a respectful distance past them for pictures.
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