When I was living last in Prince George, out our back door were trails that led me through this land, or more technically, to this land. On days I was feeling particularly ambitious, I would hike all the way up past the University of Northern British Columbia to the officially designated trail system.
In the news the other day, a man was attacked by a black bear along these trails, and survived because of his valiant dog! And it’s true, there are animals a plenty there. I remember one morning taking my dog, Angus, for a walk and we had an interesting encounter. There is a stretch along a path where there’s a big culvert separating two trails that go parallel. One the one path I walked, and on the other path was a mother moose and her little calf! I was happy it was blistering cold and by this time both Angus and I were b-lining it home as silently and quickly as possible. We would some mornings wake up and see that our composting buckets had been upturned by a bear at some point in the night. I remember one day my father and I cleaning muddy bear paw marks off the fence he had just built!
For this hike, I had a German Couchsurfer staying with me, and I took her up to see what the wilderness of Prince George, Northern BC was like.