This isn’t a particularly exciting post, because, as the title suggests, I was sluggish and immobile for most of my time in Terrace. A combination of my desire to do some work, my need to take care of some chores, and some tiredness resulting from the previous two days’ lengthy drives did not leave me up for much exploring.

What I will report is that the landscape surrounding the city is beautiful. The city itself has all of the right amenities and is a good place to stop as one makes ones journey to any other nearby place. I mean, there’s a Wal-Mart, and a Canadian Tire and so forth.

Read onwards to hear about a tiny chapel and a laundromat.

I’m a little worried I’m repeating myself.

See, I’m about to write yet another post about a long drive on a forest service road in British Columbia. Another post about taking a highway to a dead end terminus past some gorgeous costal mountain views.

And heck, another post where I fail to visit a volcano.

So, if you’re still with me, I promise to mix things up.

I also fail to visit a fish ladder, a museum, and a sacred hot springs.

Two out of four missed opportunities were because it was a Wednesday and not a Monday. (And probably also because it wasn’t quite season yet in early June.)

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Along the way I eat some pretty good fish and chips, and get to see some spectacular and sacred lava flows. For I am visiting the lands of the Nisg̱a’a on the wrong day of the week.

I awoke earlier than I planned, to a pitter patter of raindrops hitting the outside of my tent.

Sleepless and under-caffienated, I loaded local weather radar on my phone. The rain wouldn’t stop for hours. The nearest town was surrounded by a large, green blob.

After much deliberation, I pulled myself out of my orange sleeping bag, and made myself coffee in the steady, but not too heavy, rain. I packed up my tent and left the campground.

The Babine Mountains were even more shrouded in clouds and rain than they were the day before. It was a tad dreary. It would have been nice to see them more clearly. But, there were plenty of other mountains for me to see that day.

The day’s journey would take me all the way to Alaska and back.

(…and by Alaska, I mean one of the southernmost, most easily accessed parts of the U.S. state. The section that is popular with tourists who want to say they drove to Alaska, without having to actually drive to Anchorage or something.)

I embarked on a four hour drive with Prince George in my rear view mirror. My heart, heavier than expected.

My next stop: Smithers, B.C.

It’s a small town with a good reputation for recreation. Nestled between lakes and the Babine Mountains in the scenic Bulkley Valley, it is definitely the town to visit on the drive from Prince George to Prince Rupert.

So, naturally, I had opted to spend less than a day checking out the area, during a time when the mountains were snow covered and surrounded by clouds. 😓

Can’t win ’em all.

CUT TO - INT - An unusually crowded floating lodge.

It is roughly a week after STEVE has visited Prince George. We meet our hero mid-conversation with a biology/forestry professor who is from the area.