On Our Way
The U.S. border disappeared in our rearview mirrors as our adventure began. After a quick fuel stop and some trunk-lid salami sandwiches, we found ourselves at a casino in Prince George, British Columbia. It was New Year’s Eve, but our main focus was on reaching the ice roads and the remote village of Tuktoyaktuk in the far Northwest Territories of Canada. That would be no small feat because the destination was a staggering 1,900 miles away from our starting location.
We awoke to the new year to find the WRX and WRX STI lightly dusted with snow. With coffees in hand, we hit the icy tarmac.
Welcome to Canada
Hundreds of miles passed. We flew by “AVALANCHE AREA – DO NOT STOP” signs and laboriously slow snowplows. Blissfully ignorant of British Columbia’s size (the Canadian province is as large as the entire West Coast of the United States), we pushed on.
After covering the distance equivalent of Washington, D.C., to Denver, Colorado, we stumbled upon what can only be described as a frosty mirage called Liard River Hot Springs. The time was around 1 a.m., and our SUBARU BOXER engines cooled quickly in the silent -20-degree-Fahrenheit night. Dressed in down parkas, long underwear, and classic Sorel winter boots, we looked like modern-day explorers.
Frosted trees and a huge natural hot spring pool beckoned to us from below. The only problem? Getting back up the icy steps at 3 a.m. and the quarter-mile walk back out to the road.
The next day, after a few hours of sleep and a hearty trucker’s breakfast, we were once again wheels up and pushing for the still-distant north. Finally a sign saying, “Welcome to the Yukon Territories” marked measurable progress and, a few hours later, we arrived at Whitehorse, Yukon Territories – our last chance to stock up on supplies.