



The road was good and dry. The campground was 71 km up the Highway and each kilometer was breathtaking. Our eyes weren't big enough to take in all the beauty. I took photos knowing that none would replace actually being here - not only seeing, but smelling and viewing the vastness and as a German touring the north told me, the emotion one feels when in the midst of all of this splendor.
This is grizzly country. I was a bit sceptic as even my son wanted me to call him on my return. At the campground there is a whiteboard with grizzly sightings - Aug 29, grizzly with caribou carcass - Aug 27, grizzly with wolf carcass, - Aug 38 grizzly in campground. But, while we were there we didn't see one grizzly (whew!). That's not to say they didn't see us.
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