I'm in Port Hardy, B.C. tonight, waiting to catch tomorrow's Ferry to Prince Rupert. From there I'll drive up to Anchorage for Bouchercon. It's a long trip, but one I've wanted to do for a long time. Three years ago my mother and I spent a week in the Yukon. We didn't see a thing - the smoke from forest fires was so thick that in all the time we were there (and we drove from Whitehorse to Dawson…