Day 4: Fort St. John BC - Muncho Lake BC

The good news is that I've reached the northernmost page of my road atlas.  The bad news is that while the rest of Canada is at 40 miles to the inch, this one is at 140 miles to the inch.  Today I have covered approximately 2.8 inches.  Two-thirds of which looked like this:

A dull road, Canada, Friday

Fortunately most of that part was concealed behind mist/smoke/fog/Exhalations of the Earth.  Nothing else but myriad natural gas installations.  After Fort Nelson, this being the only town of note, the scenery livened up a bit, and could even be seen some of the time.  This is the view from the top of Steamboat Mountain:

After that the cunning chaps from the USAnian Army Corps Of Engineers routed their road through a bewildering series of valleys, to such an extent that although the general direction of travel is north-west, bits of it go south-east.  Goodness knows how they found this one:

Muncho Lake itself is long and wet, and I'd add a picture of it if the internets here were not slower than a drugged-up slof.  The Northern Rockies Lodge, wot is where I am staying tonight, is a fabulous looking installation built by a couple from Bern and hence looks somewhat, well, Swiss.

Not sure about the significance of the Wols though.

THE/WOLS/ARE/NOT/WHAT/THEY/SEEM

There is another wol on the other side of the facade, but it looks the same as this one.  The woman in the room next door does not look like a Wol, no.  Instead she bears an altogether remarkable resemblance to Val McDermid, if Val McDermid had a gammy leg and drove a Subaru with a Yukon number plate.  You cannot see Val's Scooby in this photo, wot is the view from where I'm typing this, but you can see That Shitbox Dodge on the left:

As usual you can click the photo to embiggen it, but I had to shrink them to manky lo-res size to get the buggers to upload at all.  You may find further photos by doing the business with the "Photos" link at the top right, but there aren't many yet because of the prevailing lack of visibility.  Soz.

Things that are annoying about That Shitbox Dodge:

1. Although the built-in satnav has the same user interface as Emily, and is quite a lot less like being harangued by Sarah Palin than Mr Ford's offering, it's still annoying.  Emily has been pressed back into service.
2. Whenever you start the engine, the stereo defaults to playing satellite radio instead of what was playing when you switched it off.
3. The person who decided to have indicators, headlight main beam/flasher and front and rear wipers/washers all controlled from a single stalk will, the day after I lead the Panzers down Whitehall, start a long sojourn in the reëducation camps.
4. It goes "bong" a lot, because it is USAnian.  Though its bonging behaviour is, again, less annoying than Mr Ford's.

Also, if Melania Smith is reading this, either your Google+ account has been hacked or you're a moron spammer.  Either way, I am not worried about my driving test, thank you.