Liard Hot Springs

WoW!  An awesome stay at this campground. A well maintained, 0.4 mile wooden boardwalk across the bog gets you to the springs with what looks like a newly constructed changing room , toilets, sunning deck, railing-ed stairs and cubbies for your towels and dry clothes. 

It’s been cold enough ( 50s at night) and cool enough by day that a soak in 105 degree water was restorative. I braved it to the hottest incoming source of the water to stack a Rick on the cairn. We were diverted from viewing the “hanging gardens by a sign that warned, in perfect polite Canadian, “Trail closed—-a troublesome bear is in the area.” I wonder what the bear did to trouble someone. Steal their blueberries? We also saw a park ranger walking that trail above the pool. He was shouldering a thing—here’s where Judd and I debate—he says a bear-killing rifle and I say a bear shoo-ing pop-gun. Judd says, “No; they make bear spray for that.” You decide.

Reading the interpretive tableaus across the boardwalk, we learned of the Physsa—a warm water snail that lives on one place on earth—here. We are dazzled daily.

Judd, bought one fishing license, so he fished the Yukon
No Arctic grayling today