The forecast said rain and rain it did – which sadly meant that the surrounding mountains were shrouded in clouds for much of the journey – but it was still stunning. The last 100 miles or so followed the Yellowhead highway that skirts the banks of the the Skeena River as it winds its way to the ocean. On our right we had dramatic cliffs and even more dramatic avalanche warning signs…
We squelched soggily into Prince Rupert – which we were informed by an unnervingly chirpy hotel receptionist, is the rainiest place in Canada. I can believe this based on a) all the rain and b) the fact that it has the only rainwear superstore I have ever seen (and I lived in the UK most of my life).
The town itself is not very inspiring – but it does have some rather fine hostelries where we were able to try some rather fine local beer and Sockeye.
