Caribou are accostomed to vehicles Tuesday, September 2nd, 1997
Dall sheep in BC I wake to a bright hazy morning tangled in the bedding in the back of the truck. I sit up when Sean slows on a corner of the mountain road, and see caribou grazing nonchalantly by the roadbed. Sean watches them for a moment, then accelerates and drives on. I can't believe he doesn't take a picture, and I knock on the glass for him to open the rear cab window.
"There are caribou all over the place here," he says. "We went by a bunch of them while you were asleep- I got some pictures."
Caribou are accostomed to vehicles
[Original journal text ends here. The remainder was written December 2001]
We make our way south and eventually stop in Dawson Creek for the night at a camp site. We change the oil again in the truck (it has been 4200 miles since our last change .) That evening we meet a very interesting and highly intoxicated man in the laundry room at the park. He claims to be a secret agent, but unfortunately he can't talk about his mission.
We also learn that people have been seeing the northern lights from this area lately. We keep our eyes open but don't see anything.