I finally turned south, it's all downhill from here. Crossed the ferry and entered British Columbia for a ride down the Cassiar Highway and on to the U.S. border.
Once again I the weather obscured my views of the scenery.


I made to Haines early on to find out the ferry didn't leave till the evening. I had hoped to cover a lot of ground but now I had to just kill time time. Eventually I got on the ferry and hoped to cross back into Canada camp, but once again Canadian weather foiled my plans. Departing from the ferry I rode into a soup of fog and finally gave up and camped in a roadside pullout.


It was a miserable night as my tent could not be staked down and the wind and rain was wipping off the mountain side. I used rocks to stake the tent but I slept in a half collapsed tent for the night in the fog and rain.

I finally entered British Columbia and headed for the Cassiar Highway.


The Cassiar is a beautiful road as long as it's dry. There is still a lot of mining being done in the area.


Also a lot of Grizzlies.


I thought camping would be easily found but it was hard to find and I was close to the end of the road when I saw a sign for $20 cabins at the Survivor Lodge. It turned out that there was good reason for the low price-- no heat, hot water and outhouses for bathrooms, but at least I had a roof over my head.



I drove up to the lodge to see another F650 sitting outside. It turned out another rider was staying there on his way up to Dawson City.

The next day I was back on the road, leaving the Cassiar behind I felt I reentered the modern world and was sad.