Waking up in Fort Saint John BC

It was a quiet night here. The ac worked until the evening cooled off. The morning brought a blue sky marbled with clouds.
Fort Saint John is the largest town in the area and is mostly a place to stop on the Alaska Highway or home for oil and lumber workers.
We crossed the Peace river yesterday, which came as a little surprise.
The road had been winding a bit through farms and oilfields and pine woods, when we saw a grade sign, and the road started dropping. Bill took us through a 10 per cent grade and we figure about a thousand feet of elevation change down to the river. We crossed a metal suspension bridge and then climbed out the other side, next to a coal distribution center.

From there it was more of the same gently rolling hills covered with patches of brilliant yellow, something that we have been seeing since we entered Canada, but have not yet identified.

The feller at the Gas station we stopped at in Alberta just before we hit BC spent some extra time to squeeze all the gas he could into the tank, stating that we were going to Bring Cash, and then launched into a short tirade about the taxes in that province. The gas went up about ten cents per liter, which I think tranlates to about 40 cents on the gallon in BC, so he may have had a point.

Today we head up to Fort Nelson, a fur trader outpost that has since turned into a place for people to stop on the way to Alaska. More when we get there.