Vancouver to Prince George

Vancouver to Prince George was all about sleeping. The last rush of preparations - and the lack of sleep over many nights - finally hit as we were heading into the Fraser Valley. I woke for a bit around Hell's Gate, and then drifted in and out of consciousness the rest of the trip. It felt so nice just to stare out at the passing scenery, watching the landscape change. The land becomes desert-like through the canyon, and as we traveled north the trees got thinner, and the snow began to collect on the mountaintops, and then migrated closer to our level until it seemed suddenly it was settled on the sides of the road like it had always been there.

Prince George turned out to be the perfect stopover. We stayed at Mead Manor, a local bed and breakfast. I would recommend this place a thousand times over. Laura and Bob, our hosts, were brilliant. We were picked up at the Greyhound station, given a big room with the type of beds that sleep was made for (complete with chocolates on the pillows), and a bath with jacuzzi jets. In the morning, we had a three-course breakfast, and we were allowed to hang out in the room repacking – I always have to repack most of my pack after the first night, just the way it goes – and then were driven back to the Greyhound station. Oh yeah, Bob gave us a tour of Prince George on the way, with a stop at the UNBC campus to check out the view of the city. Don’t get scared, I’m not going to plug every place we stay, but we couldn’t have imagined a better first night (and next day). It was the perfect beginning.