Telkwa and Smithers
We’ve sauntered deeper into the wilderness and the feeling of things being even remotely familiar have vanished. Gas stations, grocery stores, measurements and every day routines are different.
Let me start off by saying that I like variety. I was excited to be in Canada so that I could experience new grocery stores and see what delicious foods we would discover. The first grocery store I encountered in Vancouver felt quite foreign and fun but the shininess quickly wore off. It wasn’t as glamorous as I imagined it to be and what I thought was going to be an adventurous excursion turned out to be more anxiety inducing as it became harder to find the usual staples we turn to for meals. It gave us an opportunity to switch things up but it also made it harder to plan. Do you want to do chicken hot dogs for dinner? I have no idea - they may or may not have those. I was ultimately left to roam the aisles and put something together in my head and hope that I could find all of the ingredients. The prices are also deceiving. $15 for two chicken breasts is highway robbery, until I remembered that it will be a less based on the exchange rate.
Then you have gas in liters and overhead height measurements in meters. I love nothing more than to learn and experience new cultures and places (which at this rate sounds like I don’t but I do) but it can be slightly terrifying when you are approaching an overpass and you don’t know how or can’t remember quite fast enough how to convert feet to meters. We do know now that we are about 4.2 meters and that filling our tank will cost anywhere from $100 - $140 (in CAD).
How I survived in Italy without anxiety induced terror is beyond me.
Telkwa was similar in many ways to Quesnel. The main strip itself was pretty desolate and the next closest town was Smithers - and wasn’t entirely booming. Maybe we are oozing a stench from our own home country that makes people give us a wide berth. Oof.
Telkwa and Smithers are surrounded by a crown of gorgeous mountains with pops of snow at the top. Small white wild flowers sprinkled themselves through the grass and the nicest part of our campground was the raging river running parallel to the sites.
The mosquitos followed us up here too but they were filled with extra rage at our next stop.