June 10, 2016
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| Chetwynd, British Columbia - 3rd place in a previous year's competition |
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| Chetwynd Chainsaw Competition |
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| watching the artists... |
While not raining, it was still gloomy when I woke and wandered through the chainsaw competition. The 12 participants were under white tents, working carefully on huge blocks of wood, while helpers shoveled up the sawdust. Most contestants wore safety gear and ear plugs, but not all of them. It was quite a spectacle, especially after seeing the results from previous years all over town. An impassive First Nation gentleman sat on the bleachers watching while most people milled about.
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| typical rest stop scene - northern BC |
Leaving Chetwynd, I drove several hours under cloudy skies to Quesnel (Kwa'nel) as the highway became busier and busier. Shortly after arriving, the sun came out, and an hour later the rain started although the sun kept shining, making the raindrops and puddles silvery.
Best Western has a nice promotion going, so I stayed at one in a wonderful sunny room looking west, ate a pretty awful stir-fry in the hotel dining room and cursed the almost nonexistent Internet connection.
My northern idyll of few people and cars, of daily bear and moose sightings was ending. But there were still incredible, rugged, snow-covered mountains and wild, white-water glacial streams, the grand Canadian rivers, small glassy lakes, marshes and trees, trees, trees....
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