At the end of day 4 we drove into Dawson Creek.
We'd already gone 2,500 miles but now were at Mile Zero.
Although the sign says "Where the Adventure Begins", I must say that ours
had begun 4 days ago.
Dawson Creek is a charming town and we especially liked the life-sized murals
painted on the sides and backs of buildings.
This stable specialized in runaway horses and reckless drivers but this evening a bull moose stood in the doorway waiting for a friendly scratch.
And Shoeless Joe is drooling over the goodies in the window, hoping the door will open soon. He doesn't realize the door is not real. And neither is the window...poor little dog.
This picture represents the town in 1944 when the highway was completed.
Look at how carefully the artist had even included the pole and cable into the drawing.
This well-known marker sits in the center of town.
The late evening sunset put some cool shading into the colors.
And Shoeless is pointing the way NORTH.
1,523 miles left to go.