Cloudy sunshine this morning.  We left our camp and hit the road earlier than we have been.  We saw more Stone Sheep standing on the side of the road and several more caribou.  The caribou are more camera shy than the sheep.  

We drove several hundred miles to the town of Fort St. John.  We got some info on camping in Alberta.  We stopped for lunch at a place called Boston Pizza.  A bit pricier than we expected, but good.  As we were finishing up, the folks we spoke to on the trail the other day came in.  We said Hi and then had to go.

As we were leaving town, we saw a black bear and two cubs that had just crossed the road.  By the time we got the cameras out, they had dashed into the woods.  

Northwestern Canada, the Yukon Territory, is a huge hunting and fishing destination, because of that, there are primitive campsites EVERYWHERE!!   The only time we stayed at a provincial campground (run by the province, similar to a US state) was when we were on native tribal land (here, known as "First Nation").  Tribal land is not public land like BLM or National Forest lands.  Out of respect for the First Nations, we stayed at a designated campground when traveling thru their land.  Most of the time we camped at a well used pull off.  And we never leave a trace.

This was a long driving day, much like the last couple of days.  There seems to be a lot of Canada in between Alaska and the "Lower 48"!  The towns are getting closer together now, only 50-100km (roughly 25-50 miles) apart.  We arrived in Dawson Creek, BC.  We found a campground with showers on the edge of town for the night.