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I stopped and spent the night at Meziadin Lake, and this is what I woke up to. Quite beautiful. The campground, itself, is more of a stopover for those traveling up 37 to the Alaska Highway than a destination. Excepting a couple, the sites are all gravel and lined up in a few rows. There were 2 Vanagons here. One from Toronto, and one filled with rude, and maybe drunk, men from New York.