To drive the 800-mile stretch of dirt road winding behind British Columbia's western Coastal Range is a rich adventure, to say the least. Here, a lone traveler helps set the scale for the country one passes through. It truly is rugged, wild, immense land. Your vehicle needed to be stout - mine had a WARN XD9000 winch. In 1991 skidding off muddy, washboarded, poor quality roads was the norm. If a bridge were out at any of the several river crossings you were stuck until someone came to jerry rig a work-around. It could take hours, days or longer. The occasional town dotted the route, but pulling in after closing time for fuel meant an impromptu night in the truck awaiting re-opened cashiers in the morning.