Just a few photos and highlights of my journey to Wrangell.
Dad and I left Ferndale on Thursday morning, ultimately headed north on the Trans-Canada highway. We got out of the lush greenness of western BC and found ourselves in a landscape that more closely resembles the eastern Sierra Nevadas. There were old abandoned barns, tiny churches and lots of transmission lines.
We stayed the night in Prince George, and headed west towards Prince Rupert on Friday. The second leg of the drive followed the Skeena River for the home stretch — a very beautiful drive indeed. We even saw (my first) grizzly bear! He was just hanging out on the side of the road, chomping on some vegetation.