Woke up in rain again at the aforementioned crappy receiving RV park, not to be confused with the crappy departing RV park. Hot shower sort of worked, nothing else. We headed in to town to see the Sunken Gardens with Phil and Diane, our last day together.

A sinking feeling we will soon be breaking up again…

Then we headed off to the Northwest Cannery, a very interesting side trip. We were keen on the tour and lunch as it was now close to 1:30PM but lunch is a weekend thing, our loss on a weekday. After spending an hour and a half it was time for Carla and Sean to start flying down the road. The tour was interesting but had it been a horse, it would have been shot!

A check earlier in the morning saw us with more than 5,000 km to cover by 20 June, our return date. So off down route 19, the Yellowhead Trail we went towards Terrace and on to Jasper. Phil as you know is the fisherman of the group and while headed to Terrace at least, they then turn north towards Alaska which admittedly has great fishing but route 19 follows the inlets of the Skeena and numerous lakes and eventually the Fraser. All the little towns along the way east have mottos like, Plenty of Rainbows (referring to the fish of course…) and the town of Houston had the biggest fly rod in the main park that I have ever seen, perhaps 20m, hard to say.

We arrived at Burns Lake at about 9:00PM and stayed in a municipal park. This park is small yet well maintained and free with firewood available to boot. This one was situated on Burns Lake, a huge lake perhaps 20 miles long. There was a dock and very nice washrooms available from 07:00AM to 11:00PM. There were just 3 of us in the park that held perhaps 20-25 sites. These municipal parks were a gem unknown to us before. Not sure how we missed them all this time.