Riding up the Cassier, I passed through different landscapes, weather, and road conditions. All of it was pretty and required my full attention to avoid hazards like potholes, gravel patches, washouts, and lots of animals. As I got closer to the Yukon, permanent-looking tent settlements began showing up along the road. These were "Mushroom Buyers," buying up mushrooms to send to Japan for a tremendous profit. A woman explained that some of these French-Canadian kids would make $300 a day crawling through the burnt up forest, looking for a certain type of mushroom that grows in this specific environment. Cool stuff. Maybe I should have stopped to earn some money.
After the Cassier, I arrived at the Alcan highway, the main road from Canada into Alaska. At this point, it's wide and straight with one lane going in each direction. It's a long, uneventful road except for the bears that I saw roaming the vegetation, the looming clouds, and an unfortunate accident resulting in a Harley in a ditch. Sending positive vibes your way, Harley guy.
I not really very reluctantly give up on camping for the night, and grabbed a room in Rancheria. This was the view from my bed.