The questionable, quirky, Quesnel bridge affair.

Blue Cedars Campground, Prince George BC (1 star)

Lee says this was one of days where we experienced a mitt full of different things.

First up, we drive a nice road from Williams Lake to Quesnel. At Quesnel, Highway 97 actually goes right through downtown Quesnel, including a piece of crap narrow two lane road over a bridge to get to the other side of the Quesnel River in the town. The bridge was built in 1909 and the road deck is a gawd-awful series of deep pot holes. All vehicles, not just us, slow down to less than 5 kph so we don't wreck our vehicles. Absolute garbage!

Well, onward to Prince George, the road seems to get better and better the further away from Quesnel we get. On the way we come across a Washington-licensed minivan doing between 80 and 90 on the 100 kph highway. We actually pass them after a while; a truck and 14,000 lb trailer passing a minivan! Wow. We speculate on the conversation in the minivan - well, I'm doing 55. What does 100 mean on that sign

Finally, we reach Prince George. Yes, they've had some rain in the last few days. But, this campground has no grading on their sites. We set up the Schooner around a collection of puddles. There is not much room for adjustment because the sites are so narrow. Our sewer connection hose ends up laying right next to the neighbour's picnic table.

And did I mention that their website stated $ 50 per night and the "new" price is $ 65 per night. That is why we have already rated this place as "no stars".

However, the day ends wonderfully as we once again happen by chance upon family. As Lee is positioning the Schooner, the neighbour comes out of her trailer and says "Hi cuz". It's Lee's cousin Margaret McCoy. She is here long-term as her partner works on the Northern Gas pipeline construction north of Prince George. She only sees him every 6 days or so because he is just so far in the bush. What a nice surprise.

Although this campground is not recommended, another experience of "who would have expected this" has made up for other disappointments.

We drove a little longer than usual before stopping for a bite to eat, and made a note to carry a little nibbly along for times when a stopping spot for our rig doesn't appear soon enough. The further north we travel, the less likely to find a fast food outlet.

Our destination was eventually reached and we are ready to stop for the day. As we do our walk around to ensure we are chock blocked well (although we call it the Schooner, rocking like the high seas is not appreciated as we walk around inside).

Lee looks over at the neighbour who has stepped out of her unit beside us, and says to me "Is that Margaret". Well, it is his cousin Margaret whom we haven't seen for a couple of years. Screams of surprise and delight. Who would have expected that.