Amazing cinnamon buns and tennis balls

By Sarah Reynolds | Jun 20, 2016
Photo by: Sarah E. Reynolds We said farewell for a while to the mountains on Sunday.

Fort St. John, British Columbia — We left Toad River with regrets Sunday morning, and headed south.

For about half the day, we were still in the mountains, but then we returned to the flatter area; we could still the mountains in the distance, at least in places, but were no long in them. Sigh.

On the recommendation of the very helpful visitor information woman in Watson Lake, we stopped at Tetsa River Services, one of many places along the Alaska Highway that offer gas, restrooms and supplies of various kinds. This particular outpost is famous -- justly, I can attest -- for its cinnamon buns. They are huge, warm, full of icing and cinnamon goodness. And calorie-free, for those who take an interest in such unimportant details.

The store also had some beautiful handmade necklaces by a local artist, and I bought one as a souvenir of the trip.

I was actually unable to finish mine, but saved half to enjoy the next morning.

Our other stop of note was in Fort Nelson, where we acquired a can of tennis balls. One of the special challenges of this trip has been to find places to exercise Cushla. We've taken to looking for places along the highway where we can pull off a little farther from the road than your average scenic view pullout and throwing a ball for her. If we're lucky, we get 15 or 20 minutes with no one else pulling into the same place and Cushla gets a bit of running.

When we stopped the other day, Cushla's nice rubber Chuckit! ball ended up in a river and we couldn't get it back, so we needed more balls. A sporting goods store in Fort Nelson had just the items we required.

When I bought them, the saleslady said, "We have raquets as well," I gave her a sheepish smile and admitted the bals were to throw for the dog.

Fort St. John, where we stopped Sunday night, is 50 miles short of Dawson Creek, where we had originally planned to stop. So our route is in flux, but we are expected at the home of a friend of Maureen's in Minneapolis Saturday, the 25th, so, one way or another, we need to be there then.

One of several bears we saw on our way to Fort St. John browses along the side of the road. (Photo by: Sarah E. Reynolds)
(Photo by: Sarah E. Reynolds)
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