Prince George has left a rather memorable impression on me and that's where one of my favorite stories to tell happened. I'll be lazy and copy/paste it from elsewhere as I told it to another SKMB member.
I flew from La Guardia to Vancouver and from there took a puddle jumper straight to Prince George. The airport (all 2000 square feet of it) was about 10 miles from my hotel, so my company got me a rental Ford POS. The hotel wasn't that far from customer's office, but they freaking sent me 300 freaking miles north of freaking Vancouver in freaking March, so, naturally I drove and parked a block or two away from the office. One of those days I left the car at an open parking lot and, when I got back from the office, I found a note on the windshield. It was from the lot attendant and it pretty much said, that I shouldn't start the car and come talk to him first. Asked the guy what it was all about, to which he replied, and I quote: "There's a musk rat in your car. I was chasing it around the parking lot and it went under your car and into the engine, so don't start your car." Shocked (an understatement) I went to the car, popped the hood and saw the damned thing, size of a cat, staring right back at me. The parking lot guy, meanwhile, handed me a wire hanger and took a few steps back. After considering my options, I just grabbed the hanger and started poking the great beast with it. Spent about 15 minutes chasing it around the engine compartment. By that time a bunch of spectators gathered around the car (most rooting for me and some dispensing invaluable advice on wire-hanger poking techniques). Finally, the damned rat came down to the ground, so I quickly jumped into the car and pulled back, so that the rat wouldn't climb right back up into the engine. As soon as that happened, one of the spectators (I think, that was the only guy who was rooting for the rat) quickly grabbed the musk rat by the tail, put it in a box, threw the box in the bed of his pickup truck and just drove away. I'm still not sure if the guy was going to let the rat out in the woods some 200 yards away or invite it for dinner as an entree.
The rest of the trip wasn't as exciting, but there were a few things that stood out - a windowless single-story building with gargoyles above the entrance with freaking laser beams shooting out of their freaking eyes a block away from the hotel turned out to be... drum roll... a strip club. A bar across the street from the hotel, that sounded like wild west - when I asked the locals about it, they insisted I didn't want to go there. The business part of Prince George was a ghost town most of the weekdays. There were huge, and I mean HUUUUUGE totem poles all over the town.
Trip back to NY was a nightmare I'd rather forget.
