The RCMP, are they all this tough?
Our last day in the Smithers area we drove up to the Babine.
There was a weather advisory with strong winds in the forecast, not to mention highs in the high 30s F, so we decided to not run the river and check out the upper Babine instead.
It was snowing on the way over and parts of the road were snowpacked and icy with other parts wet and slushy. This didn't slow the logging trucks down at all or pretty much anyone else on the road. I live in the northern Rockies of Montana and feel fairly confident about driving in bad conditions but the northern B.C. people drive WAY faster and are far more confident with bad road conditions than I am. We were both pretty amazed at the speed all the non-logging trucks were driving. Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to how logging truck drivers drive, they pretty much own the road.
About 10k before the Babine bridge an RCMP vehicle goes flying by us, passing us in the muddy slush like it was nothing. He seemed like he was in a hurry to get somewhere up there in the middle of nowhere. When we got to the bridge we could see his vehicle parked just on the other side of it. We slowly drove across the bridge to look at the river, it being our first time up there, and there he was down in the water swinging a fly with a two-hander.
That an RCMP officer would take advantage of a lunch break (I assume..) to take a few casts wasn't so surprising, though certainly admirable, what was surprising is that he was wet wading. Seriously, he had pulled his uniform pants up over his knees and was wearing what looked like tennis shoes and he was wading up to his knees.
The water temps were in the low 40s. It was snowing with about an inch on the ground with air temps around freezing.
We stared at him from the bridge and he looked up at us and waved. Hardcore.
We went back to the parking area and geared up proper like and then walked back out on the bridge and he was about halfway down the run. Two guys from Smithers who had bushwacked out from downstream a ways joined us on the bridge to gawk at the officer wet wading in the snow.
I have to say I was impressed. That was some serious dedication to the cause right there.
He finished out the run and took off after about an hour. We were upstream at the time so I didn't get a chance to talk to him. I did swing up a nice hen a couple hours later though which pretty much made my day.