Nine and half long hours later, including a lay over and delay in Vancouver International Airport and 2 tired children, we finally arrive in Prince George B.C. As I walk out of the plane, I instantly know where I am thanks to the unmistakeable smell of the pulp and paper mills! If you don't know what it smells like try to remember the last time you a took a bath with your child and they farted. Because adults don't do that sort of thing... I can’t believe I'm almost back in my old stomping grounds!
Too tired to even take a photo with the famous tent upon arrival in PG, we head to a hotel and call it a night.
After a difficult night’s sleep due to the anticipation of getting my feet on ground in the place I will always call home, Smithers B.C., we head out and say a quick hello to Mr. PG! If any of you have ever driven up in Northern BC, you know who Mr. PG is, you can't miss him! Four and half hours later with a smile on my face and delight in my heart, we arrive in beautiful Smithers, British Columbia! Here I come Mr. Coldwell, I'm not far now!
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