We went up the Cassiar in 1977 and I drove back down in 1979. I haven't been over the Medicine Line since.
I picked up a guy in the YT - some junction, there was a big bridge there - and he rode with me all the way down to Stewart. Camped in little tents somewhere along the way, way late because it didn't get dark. Then picked up a nice couple when I hit the Yellowhead Hwy. They had been backpacking in Kluane NP, so I guess I just missed them earlier. They rode with me to PG and bought me a tank of gas and breakfast. We camped at a pull off sometime after it finally got dark. There was a nice little grassy spot next to where I parked the pickup. A few hours later there was an earthquake and lightning! Turns out we pitched our tents about 10 feet (3 meters - ha!) from a railroad track
Oh, and going north the four of us in the camper we stopped at some place, might have been Boya Lake. My kitty ran out the door, and in the middle of the night we wake up hearing
Meow! GROWL! Meow! GROWL! Meow! GROWL! Somebody opened the door and let him in and he didn't want to leave the trailer even after we got to Alaska!
McBride was a also pretty spot. I couldn't believe how
big the Fraser River was even at that point. I backed the trailer up to the trees right at the top of the bank.