After leaving Chetwynd, we headed toward Prince George. We stopped at a spot called Davie Lake (apparently chosen on the basis that Hollywood's actual name is David, and he got excited. Nerd.) off a very rough, sandy, and rocky road, where we set up camp for the night. My aching neck and body and thoroughly bruised thumb really appreciated all of the violent jostling getting in. Le sigh. There wasn't much to do in this spot, but we opted to stay an extra day so I could recover a bit more before heading out. I'll gladly tough out pain to make a race or make it to camp, but there was really no reason to push myself just for the sake of pushing myself. We met a nice couple by the lake who made us food and taught us a thing or two about how real lumberjacks chop wood. You learn the coolest life skills in Canada, haha.