The weather was looking promising...
I had to stop at the Rabid Grizzly Rest Stop. I didn't have to go but it just had such a cool name! ;) I was also hoping it would tell us where Laketon was on the map. No such luck... :(
At milepost 322 we read all about Laketon, how they'd built boats there during the gold rush (1872-1880) and how it was the administrative center for mining in the region. But there wasn't a sign of it anywhere. We drove a few more miles and pulled into Sawmill Recreation Site. There was a campground and boat launch there. It seemed like a good place to walk down to the lake to scope it out. Across the lake was nothing but high rock walls and we couldn't see anything down at the end of the lake. And no one there had even heard of a ghost town on the lake.
We weren't willing to just paddle around a 20-something mile long lake looking for a mysterious ghost town, so we just got back on the highway.
Then Chris saw it. Just a glint of a metal roof on the far shore. We immediately turned around (one of the many perks of having a mini-van RV) and looked again. Sure enough, there it was nestled in the trees and brush.
Maybe we could reach it from the Dease River that flowed out of the lake?
We aired up the kayak and started paddling towards the opposite shore...
We were not disappointed! There were all kinds of dilapidated old cabins to explore and moose bones to take home to William! We were glad we had brought our bear spray, too.
Then we rounded the corner and found the "big house" and a boat pulled up to the shore.
When we saw dark clouds coming over the hill and heard thunder, we knew it was time to hightail it back to the campground...
Despite the headwind, we made it back almost as quickly as we'd gotten there. Not getting struck by lightning is a good motivator. But by the time we got there, the storm seemed to have broken up. So we put everything away and had lunch...
It takes a whole lot of water to cut and polish jade. You have to keep those blades from getting too hot!
The Milepost described Boya Lake as "unusually beautiful". We had to stop and see if for ourselves. It was an understatement! The lake was the most gorgeous turquoise blue I had seen outside of Hawaii. We so wanted to stay and kayak again but we needed to get more than 87 miles in one day. But we vowed we would return on our way home and explore this spectacular lake!
Apparently spray paint is hard to find on the Cassiar... ;)
When we arrived in Yukon we had our picture taken by three young men heading from cherry picking in BC to hunting mushrooms in Yukon. We also met two couples from Salem, OR on their way to Alaska.