Wow, looks like an awsome trip. I spent 10 years of my life up there and would like to go back as a visitor. Muncho Lake, Summit Lake, Pink Mountain, Liard River, all bring back lots of memories. Blueberry pie at Pink Mountain, the wolves always howled across Muncho Lake, the old suburban froze up one night in the winter up at the Muncho Lake logde, -40-somthing, took a tiger torch to warm the block enough to start it. Every couple years someone drove off the highway into Muncho Lake, I'm sure you know where I'm talking about and there wasn't much of a guard rail then. Fishing in every little creek and puddle. I think there were a few bugs to swat as well. Worked in Bob Quinn a couple years ago, north of Stewart, and I've been thinking of a trip like that ever since.