FORT NELSON TO PRINCE GEORGE
"We contingency try poutine," you announced. What, my sprout-eating California colleagues wanted to know, is poutine?
It is to Canada what sushi is to Japan, what borscht is to Russia. It is the inhabitant dish, for lack of the some-more decisive one, even if it's kind of specific to Quebec, as well as we're the couple-thousand miles to the west of which province. you know Angus had sushi upon the initial leg of Tokyo to L.A. - The Hard Way, the 9,000-mile expostulate of the Suzuki Kizashi, now in its final stages. And Ed certainly tasted borscht in Russia upon Leg 2.
We left Fort Nelson in foggy, low-50s go upon this sunrise with the longest day of Leg 3 ahead of us; the scheduled 480 miles which turned in to 518.8 miles interjection to the integrate of side trips as well as print shoots. No, the scenery didn't shift much, even if it somewhat flattened out. I'm not complaining. British Columbia is the single of the many of course pleasing tools of the world, as well verdant as well as as well alpine for male to mess up. Though you did try, with places similar to Sasquatch Crossing, 140 miles south of Fort Nelson.
It's billed as the bistro, present shop, RV fuel core as well as stay services site, though it does something each alternative gas station/restaurant/motel/gift emporium in Northern B.C. as well as the Yukon Territories does. It claims to be the home of the world's best/most famous/most renouned cinnamon purpose in Northern B.C./The Yukon/Western Canada/Civilization.
We didn't try the single to find out. We just grabbed cornball shots of me with the Sasquatch statue. Blame Vance as well as Green.
It was the Shell station/truck stop, the crossroad where you jumped off the Al-Can Highway to shortcut the way toward Prince George, where you got the chance to try the inhabitant cuisine. Poutine, if you're not familiar, is the Quebec dish consisting of French fries lonesome with cheese curds as well as gravy. Take that, Belgium.
So that's what you systematic ... to share with Vance, Green, McNulty as well as the Suzuki rep, Frank Wisniowicz.
They were, well, soggy. And filling. A little poutine goes the prolonged way.
Speaking of slimy as well as filling, the final couple-hundred miles of the prolonged day's expostulate found us driving through pouring sleet as well as the little construction. After the sleet stopped, you found the little downed trees as well as energy lines not distant north of P.G. Still, it's the pleasing kind of soggy. Somehow you finished the longer expostulate as well as got in prior to 8 p.m. It's my second visit to Prince George, incidentally, as well as it looks the lot bigger, newer, some-more worldly than when you was final here, in 1991. That was partial of the single of my initial big, epic drives, from San Diego, where you lived during the time, up the coastal highway through California, Oregon as well as Washington, up to Vancouver as well as Prince George, afterwards Jasper, Alberta, as well as back. It was 5,700 miles in an '87 Honda CRX, the Orange County-to-Bay Area partial with my friend, Donna (who you eventually tied together four years ago).
Next, you go upon south to Vancouver in the query to get the Kizashis behind to Suzuki upon or prior to the allocated time. If you're there as well as you see the black Equator following two china Kizashis with 'Tokyo to L.A.' doorway badges, stop by as well as say "Hi."
-Photos by Brian Vance
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