At the turning point of our trip along Highway 97 sits Prince George. A nifty place to stop, take pictures, have dinner at Red Robin, and make fun of tourists posing as local residents.

A big ol' sign for a reasonably big town. (But getting to the sign was something of an ordeal.)	The end of the street is quite abrupt, and if you overrun it, you hit the train, and finally, the hills.	Themes for traffic lights? There is also a part of town with red poles and fixtures.
Someone went to a lot of trouble painting boxes on the place, and welding a post cover (to the left).	A tad blurry, but you get the idea: with such a busy town, they had to get surrogates to sit and relax.