
Yesterday we had to do some errands, so we went to the store. This is what I found. I've only seen a store look like this one time in my life. It was during the summer of 1979 in northern BC. We had just left Alaska and we were ready to drive the famous unpaved road, "The Al-Can" (as it was called then) to Dawson. As we left White Horse in the Yukon Territory it started to rain. After our second day on the Al-Can, the rain was causing floods on this muddy, slippery, road. That's when we stopped at a campground in Muncho Lake. We holed up in our tiny motorhome for a few days eating our supplies down. The rain continued and the lake was getting higher. There were helicopters delivering food and supplies to folks; and the rain continued. One day, after we had our last can of Spam, we decided to take a walk to see the road first hand. We discovered it was not too muddy or eroded, so the next morning we filled the tank and left our watery campground and headed for the next "big town" which was Fort Nelson, BC. Nowadays, Fort Nelson boasts a population of 3000, but it did not have that many folks in 1979. It was a wide stop in the road with a couple of gas stations, a general market and not much more.
We drove all day to Fort Nelson never seeing anyone on the road. It was an interesting drive as we were both looking for washouts and mud holes only to find a relatively easy drive. We found one slick portion of the road, and we drove thru it without incident. About 5 PM we arrived at Fort Nelson. There was a guard at the gate and the guard was facing the town, not our direction. When she heard us she looked at us with incredulity. She said "where did you come from?" We told her Muncho Lake. She said "that's impossible as the road is closed." We told her otherwise. Reluctantly, she lifted the gate and told us in no uncertain words "DON'T TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"
We rolled into town and what a surprise. Four or five days worth of traffic and people were stuck in Fort Nelson. Cars, trailers, motorhomes, semi-trucks were parked everywhere. Every facility in town was being used...it was an amazing sight.
We needed food, so we went to the only market in town and discovered what looked like a war zone. Everything was gone. We finally found a loaf of stale bread, a few eggs and some sugar and that night we dined on some fine French Toast.