Day 10: Sawmill Point Recreation Site (at Dease Lake) - Watson Lake - Frances Lake

For breakfast we have a much better soluble coffee than the one we had the first days which was really terrible.

Since we are on the Cassiar Highway, we also make the detour to the place called Cassiar, where formerly was a mine - The place is pretty run down (not very nice to the man who gave his name for the place and the highway), but on the way we have great scenery and views.

I have to hurry today to get to a place where we have signal at a time when Brigitte is not already asleep. We are stopped at a construction site on the way to Watson Lake and have to follow a pilot car. It works, 10 km from Watson Lake I get a signal and finally can call her. It is really difficult to communicate with Germany.

In the village there is a sign forest, pointed out by my tourists' guide. Trevor is surprised, he didn't know. Also a Hamburg sign can be seen, the sticker of Sara and Dan, however, we do not find - the stickers and signs a obviously removed from time to time.

We also have lunch at Watson Lake and chat with a couple who transfers a - quite small - trailer from the US to Alaska. And I get some recommendations for my later route from them.

We get some supplies again and then have to divide them, because Trevor has to return from here. Thankfully, I'm allowed to take his axe with me. A very useful tool for making firewood and wrapping the herring. We hope to meet again, when Brigitte and me will be in Banff National Park. It is such a pity that our joint ride is coming to an end, it was so much fun.

I take the northern western route #4 (Robert-Campell-Highway), Trevor the southeastern #94. We came from #37 and to the west is the Alaska Highway #1. The next 116 km are still on tarmac for me, then there is a slippery construction site. Shortly before the gravel road starts I meet Roland and Ralf from Heilbronn, also on motorcycles - half south Germany is here.

Great road, wonderful landscape, but hardly wildlife.
In the evening I again find a campground located at a lake. I have nice neighbors, some of them spend up to 3 months here, fishing, releasing the fish, a few are eaten ... I go swimming and think it is the warmest lake so far, but still quite cold.

Here, too, I meet three South Germans from Heidelberg, one of which (Knopf with surname) specializes in the shipping of motorcycles. Funny to meet here and talk about shipping issues.

I warm up a canned dish and eat some nuts for dessert and have the feeling of really good food.