Two Bells, that is! The Bell 2 Lodge, to be precise, sits along an otherwise lonely stretch of the Cassiar Highway. It’s named for the nearby “Bell II Crossing” — the second bridge across the Bell-Irving River.
We had a bite to eat, and loaded the washing machine, admiring the picturesque cabins with their grassy roofs and colorful flowers:
We did a workout in the exercise room while our clothes swished and tumbled, and then the afternoon rain started…
We tucked a cover over the clean laundry and — because we didn’t want to unhitch the truck from the RV — we hustled it around the cabins and back to the RV area. You just never know what might come your way, do you?
Then the sun came out, and the moon shone in the blue sky…
It was 8:30 p.m. Pacific time… we were getting closer to those long, long days the farther north we went!
So how were those black towels working? Okay so far… but here’s the thing: unless you seal something around the window, light leaks in. And unless you close the bedroom door, ambient light from windows in the other part of the RV will find you. We said something to a local about this and she said, “We get a lot done on these long days. By the time the nights get really long we’re pretty tired.”
Meanwhile, we found ourselves eating our last meal of the day a little later… staying up a little longer than we normally do… and figuring out that it really is time for Jay Leno to retire.