Prince Rupert

On Monday morning, July 28th, we said goodbye to Alaska for the last time driving the two miles from our campsite at Camp Run-A-Muck to the Canadian Border.  We left in the rain.  We drove in the rain.  We arrived in Prince Rupert in the rain.  We went shopping in the rain.  We had dinner in the rain.  We went to sleep to the sound of the rain on the roof of the Winnebago and we awoke to the same sound.  Not a great introduction to this beautiful town.

We had breakfast and I took care of some obligations on the IInternet and we headed for the Museum of Northern British Columbia.  What a well done museum.  We saw a lot of information about the area, its history and the First Nations' people.  

Then we decided to head for Port Edward to have lunch and visit the Northern Cannery Museum. The brochure lead us to believe we would have a plethora of choices for where to have lunch.  Actually, there is only the coffee shop at the museum where you have a choice of Clam Chowder or Chicken Rice soup.  We settled in to enjoy our Clam Chowder and decide what other features of the museum we wanted to enjoy.  The tour they provided was actually quite informative and we had a great conversation with the museum curator. 

View from Northern Cannery

Northern Cannery

Northern Cannery

View from Cannery

Cannery Buildings

After our tour we headed back to Prince Rupert with our new friends Frank & Barbara from Smithers who needed a ride or they had to wait another two hours for a bus.  We enjoyed a glass of wine (the ladies) and a glass of Jamesons (the guys) with them in our Winnebago and got to know each other a bit better.  They were leaving on the morning ferry to Port Hardy on Vancouver Island to visit their daughter.

Later, Mary and I decided to check out Butze Rapids, a tidal rapids whose direction of flow reversed depending on the tide.  At a certain point on a rising tide the rapids begins to flow landward and then when the tide begins to fall it changes direction and flow seaward.

Mary on Butze Rapids Trail

Butze Rapids

We went to sleep to the sound of rain falling on the roof of the Winnebago.  We awoke to the same sound.  It was time to leave Prince Rupert in search of warmth and sunshine.