In the wildlife department, we've done pretty well. Our most common spottings have been wild bison. Who knew? I thought that the days of wandering buffalo where done and gone, but up here they still travel about as they please. We stopped in to Dora's Cafe in Fireside, BC yesterday to get some ice cream, and she told us about how one bull had shattered her restaurant window (quite by accident) and how the herd wanders into her RV park every fall, forcing her to shut it down until they decide to move on. They're easy to spot while driving, which is perhaps why we've seen more of them than anything else.
But we have seen a few black bears, one tiny token caribou, an elk, and a beaver hard at work. The first day on the Alaskan Highway I spotted a bull moose on the edge of the road, but even though I saw it from such a long ways away, I could not believe it was an actual moose and not a sign or a statue or some other fake-moose-let's-fool-the-tourists, and so I overshot it by a long ways before gasping "Moose!" and turning a sharp U-ey. Hopefully it's not our last, because we couldn't react quickly enough to take pictures!
This idea that the Alaskan Highway is oh-so treacherous and scary is a big fat myth. It's a lovely road to drive, with nothing to imply shredded tires or abandoned cars or all the other horror stories I heard before we left. The scenery lulls me into a sense of hypnosis after a while, with nothing much happening, and then we round the corner someplace to see a massive towering snow-capped mountain and my jaw drops. I highly recommend the drive.
Well, it's off to Whitehorse now, and since Nathan is being very patient with me right now while I take advantage of this Wi-Fi spot, I'd best wrap it up and move along. We have to go pan for gold so we can pay for this trip!