Prince George BC – a bear of a banquet.

Prince George, a real city, and the final official city of the caravan.  

Roads with two-lanes each way, traffic lights, congestion, major retailers, and fast food joints.  

But there is still something of the mystery of the north: Marcia and I are driving to a Costco when we see a black bear climbing over the concrete Jersey barrier separating our lane from a woodsy area.  He won’t last, unfortunately.  Too much traffic.

The caravan final banquet is at a Ramada hotel and goes well, although one outspoken caravaner, disappointed at the lack of rare roast beef by her turn in line, informs the staff "this meat is shit".  

We have been together 63 days.  Although a couple dropped out earlier feeling caravanning just was not for them, the others have gotten along well, and in many cases great friendships have formed.  The leaders survived several insurrections and have our thanks for everything they contributed.  We had an outstanding time exploring this part of the world.

Assist Leaders Gary & Sharon

Leaders Sandy & JJ

(left to right) Tom, Hank, Vicki, Paul, Nanci, Jim, Gery, and Debbie.

Leslie, Bill, Tom, Patty, Kathy, and Tommy.

Steve, Lynne, Judy, Jim, Linda, Janine, Bob, and Reggie.

Mary, Jack, Pat, Ted, Donna, Randy, Karen, and Will.

Bev, Bob, Anna, David, Karen, Bob, and Fred (Bev hidden).

Felix, Jim, Joann, Shelley, David, Judy, Cal, and Barbara.

Others unfortunately not caught in group shots at dinner tables: Gary & Sharon, Bill & Barbara, George & Martha, Lloyd & Carol, Jim & Marge, Paul & Kathy, Nick & Alicia, Don & Inabelle, Bill & Joan, Ben & Marcia, Larry & Martha, Mike & Jane, Barry & Claudia, and Cam & Marcia.