Every RVer has his or her own rhythm. Some are full steam ahead, pull out all the stops, no-holds-barred travelers who chew up the map and spit it out along their way. To us, anyway, they seem to be in an all-fired hurry to get someplace. For them, it’s all about the destination.
We prefer to consider that it’s all about the journey. Maybe we’ll get there… maybe not… doesn’t matter because it’s what we experience along the way that matters.
Our rhythm, this trip, because it will cover so many miles, is to travel in the rig when we want, stop when we want, and if a place seems to be interesting enough to linger for a few more days, that’s what we do. We check into an RV park for a few nights and ask to be put in a spot where we can extend our stay if the mood hits.
That’s what we did at Robert’s Roost in Quesnel, BC. It’s a fine RV park, sitting as it does on the edge of Dragon Lake….
It’s a popular lake with fishermen and ducks…
…though they left the grassy areas around the RV park hard to walk through (unless you wore boots!).
The town boasts an amazing pedestrian bridge spanning the Fraser River that we thought had been converted from a railroad trestle, but it wasn’t.
It was made this way from the start, back in 1929, linking the two halves of the community, adapting from horses to a one-lane auto bridge until it became too narrow for the larger logging trucks that needed to cross it. Eventually, in 1971, a new and larger auto vehicle bridge opened.
We shopped around town, but especially enjoyed our conversation with the woman running Cariboo Keepsakes, housed in the oldest building in town:
We took a drive out to a local hike, and — as often happens — found more to see along the way than at our actual destination….
We didn’t hike that day because the weather had been so unpredictable. Just as we got back to the RV park, we could see signs that it was happening again:
Yep, blue skies on one side and dark gray storm clouds on the other.
Quesnel is a great little town with a fantastic Saturday farmer’s market (get there early if you want to try the llama burger…. I was too late!). Make sure you stop by the local authors’ group booth! You don’t get that opportunity at too many markets 🙂
Granville’s Coffee became our regular lunchtime stop. The menu isn’t extensive, but it’s all good — everything from their reuben to their lasagna is excellent. Their coffee? Don’t know… !
Unfortunately, a few odd characters who could have been homeless, drunk, on drugs or in altered states for other reasons, loitered around the Fraser Bridge and along the river trail. Though we saw people walking the trail, we opted to avoid a potentially tricky situation and decided not to explore the riverside.
What’s even more unfortunate is that when we spotted two women trying to revive a third, who was slumped on a park bench (she looked pretty unresponsive) and reported it to a shopkeeper who called the police, we found out the police just don’t bother with these folks. The locals don’t see them anymore, either. But visitors do. We carry with us an image of Quesnel that’s marred by the lost souls who leered at us and hung in groups around town, making us feel more vulnerable than we like when we’re in an unfamiliar place. For communities to ignore a subculture like this is to risk their appeal when it comes to attracting outsiders and our tourist dollars.