Don Barrett (aka DBs travels)'s photos with the keyword: Cassiar Highway

At 9:30 PM, on the Cassiar Highway, near the Yukon border. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Night time in May. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Anglican Church, Telegraph Creek. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Telegraph Creek is a very small community with a difficult to trace past, but a past reaching back to at least the early 1900's and the gold rush. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

I left Telegraph Creek late in the afternoon. My plan for the next stop was Watson Lake, Yukon, which is at the end of the Cassiar Highway and where I would pick up the Alaskan highway. It was to be a long drive to Watson Lake, but I was beginning to fall behind in terms of the miles I needed to cover, so I drove on late into the 'night'. Since it was late May already, there was very little 'night' that far north. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Something that seemed odd to me in much of rural Canada was the existence of well-maintained Anglican churches, even in remote and sparsely populated areas. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Around Iskut. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Around Iskut. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

North of Iskut is Dease Lake and the turnoff for Telegraph Creek. The road to Telegraph Creek winds for 119 kms (74 miles) through empty woods and then across very narrow ridges above the Stikine River. Adjacent pictures are the canyon of the Stikine. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Around Iskut. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Around Iskut. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

My next night of camping was to be in Iskut. When I got there, the campground there were no other campers and so I chose a choice site along a lake (this picture). I then went into 'town' -- which appeared to consist of one building that housed a small store, a restaurant (two tables), and living quarters. I try to eat dinner in local restaurants when camping, but the restaurant appeared to be closed even though the entrance had been open. I could hear noises in the back that sounded like a television, but didn't see anyone. After a few moments, a young woman came in from the back of the building, and I asked if any food was available. She motioned for me to sit at one of the tables (she either didn't speak much English, or just didn't like to speak), brought me lukewarm tea, and then disappeared. After a couple of minutes, she started bringing food, without my having ordered -- apparently I got what was available from the family dinner. As I was finishing, she motioned for me to come into the next room, which was apparently their living room. There were about 10 people in the room, watching (they had a satellite dish) the ice hockey finals between San Jose and a Canadian team! I signaled 'no thanks.' I'm not a sports fan in the first place, but then watching a California team in remote Canada just seemed too odd. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

To prove how empty the road was, I had stopped to take a picture of a long and empty section of highway.... of course, someone came along to prove me wrong. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

The drive from Stewart north already made the trip feel like it was worth the effort. This was wilderness -- no housing or businesses for 100's of miles along the highway, stretches where you could drive for an hour without seeing another car, and woods that extended 200-300 miles deep on the east side of the highway and 100-200 miles to the Pacific on the west. The southern ends of the highway are almost rain forest, with marshes and streams along both sides -- and multiple beaver lodges and dams. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Downtown Hyder. From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.

Just west of Stewart is the very small town of Hyder, Alaska. The only way to get to Hyder is from Stewart -- in 1994, there was no border patrol service between the two. The fjord, Hyder, and Stewart were quite interesting and I ended up spending two nights there. On my first night I had stopped at a tavern in Hyder, and ended up talking late into the night with the bartender -- a woman from the states who had moved up there several years earlier and was, during the day, working an old gold claim up in the mountains (on her own). From 1994 San Francisco - Arctic Ocean camping trip. Scan of an older picture. Best viewed as part of the NW Canada set.