Sean, a belated Merry Christmas and a bit early Happy New Year.
That's some project you signed up for! And that's one tough commute. Are you living on site for extended periods?
My mother spent several years of her childhood in Grande Prairie and Edmonton in the 1920s, before there was a road between them (there was a train and horseback). My grandfather visited farmers in the area, as far north as Dawson Creek. In June 1957, when I was 12, my parents took a little drive from Long Island, NY to Fairbanks, Fort Yukon (by plane) and Anchorage, Alaska, visiting relatives along the way, including my great aunt in Winnipeg.
On our way north in early July we crossed the Peace River Bridge (biggest suspension bridge that far north). Dad took lots of pictures on our trip, including a couple from the hill on the north side of the bridge. I stitched a couple together, showing our 1953 Oldsmobile towing our 15-foot family home behind.
We crossed the bridge again in late August, when it had been raining steady for weeks. We were back on Long Island by Labor Day and settled in to our routine. In October 1957 the Peace River suspension bridge collapsed. Here's some movie footage of the event:
Had I known you were going to be working in the neighborhood I would have buried a time capsule for you to dig up.
EDIT: I noticed the pipeline suspension bridge is still standing, right near the new Peace River Bridge.