Nestled here in our own little corner of the country, nicely insulated by mountains from the microwave heat across the middle of the country, I've always eyed the province of BC as a polite unassuming neighbor down the street, home to world class skiing and the occasional street riot (no need to shut down internet access for those crowds, just cut off their beer supply).
And then we rode. And rode. And rode. Three long days south to north. British Columbia is not only big, it's beauty fully merits public declaration on a license plate. It's geographic diversity ranges across rain forests, mountains, ocean, almost desert, rivers, and 20 square meter islands, and is home to some of the most remote landscape on the North American continent.
Rest stop along the Fraser River
Start of the Cassiar Highway
Northbound Cassiar Highway
helmet cam footage from Stewart to the main junction...includes Bear Glacier and a bear crossing @ the 3 minute mark. If you look super closely, there is actually a bear earlier in the footage, but most people think it's just a rock. It really is a bear. Swear.
Glacier Highway BC via motorcycle.
Looking northbound on the Cassiar