It was late in the day by the time I reached the Moberly Lake
campground, but as far as I could tell, there was only one other group in the
facility. Of all the campsites, this had
the nicest location. Although lacking in
showers or even running water, the best spots in camp sat on little gravel
platforms with clear views of the lake.
As I set up my tent, the evening sun was still high in the sky and a
light breeze picked up tiny waves all across the water.
The next morning I had a big drive planned. I was crossing the “boring part,” as a
visitor center attendant called it, and cutting through the mountains far to
the North, past Ft. Nelson. As it turns
out, today’s drive was probably the most uniform scenery for such a long
stretch that I’ve seen so far. Hill
after hill rolled by, carpeted with a continuous spruce forest. By the side of the road, the cleared sections
had giant furrows carved in where spring creeks had run through grassy
hills. I saw some black bears sitting by
the road, munching whatever was growing in the cleared sections between highway
and forest. They reminded me of giant
toddlers who were perfectly happy sitting almost cross- legged in the grass.
After Ft. Nelson, the scene changed to Birch forests and
more lumbering bears. According to the
man at the info center in Ft. Nelson, there were more bears than people in the
Northeastern section of BC and I was about to drive through what he called the
“Serengeti of the North.” I was skeptical, but on the road from Ft. Nelson through
the mountains, my bear count grew to 14 and I saw two more moose if you count
the one keeled over on the side of the road. With the size of that moose, I
wonder how the car that hit it looked. At Toad River, I couldn’t find any
campsite, provincial or otherwise, so I headed on and landed at Muncho Lake for
the night. This site was similarly
deserted, but with a few more RV’s and an even better view than last
night. Before I fell asleep, I saw the
snowy mountain opposite my camp was reflected in the perfectly calm water. According to a brochure I picked up in Ft.
Nelson, the electric blue of Muncho Lake is the result of dissolved copper
oxide.
Muncho Lake the first evening |
Muncho Lake the next morning |
As I woke up the next morning, I could hear what sounded
like glass wind chimes or someone sorting through a recycling bin. I unzipped
my tent, the chilly air showing my breath and making my nose run, and I saw
that lake had frozen over. When the sun
rose, the ice broke apart and thinned with the sound of falling glass. I pumped up the inflatable kayak I brought
and launched into the lake, each paddle stroke through the chunks of ice giving
a different chime.
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