As each day goes by, the landscape changes and becomes a bit more ‘rugged’. The forest is more dense, and the mountains are massively magical.
The stretch of road we were on was not a busy road at all. Primarily RVs, and Freight trucks now and then.
I tell you – some of the sizes of the RV rigs on the road are staggering.

Eric and I were just taking in the majesty of it all when he asked me, “Don’t you just feel so small when you see all this?” Yes. Absolutely.

The road gradually grew a little narrower, the highway’s texture a little rougher, and the lines on the highway disappeared. Absolutely no shoulder.

Despite the plethora of signs indicating it was caribou country, with caribou crossings and even wildlife collision cautions, we saw none of that. In terms of wildlife, we saw a whole lot of pheasants, and more squirrels playing ‘chicken’.

There are so many beautiful lakes along the way.
The rest stops are also a bit more rustic as we go further north in BC, but there’s good information at some of them.

Stickers are also a thing. On cars, on gas pumps, on signs.

We eventually made it to the Yukon border, and of course, Eric found us another great boondocking spot, just shy of Watson Lake. We saw the spot from the other side of the river so we went and claimed it. Good thing too, as about 15 minutes after we got there, someone else pulled up to claim it.

I think this is our favourite spot so far.
We seem to be living our best life, in a van… down by the river.

My maps are getting more complicated for the programs to manage. But this gives an illustration of the distance we’ve covered so far.