The Fourth of July was our first full day in Valdez, and it was free from group activities except for dinner that evening. Before we get going, go put on your Depends or get a catheter. I took a boatload of pictures, and had to cull through hundreds to bring you the best thirty or so. Continue reading “Day Forty: Celebrating the Fourth of July in Valdez”
I liked the RV park in Tok; we all got to wash the worst of the dirt/mud off the rigs, and there were actual trees and grass in the RV park and between sites. In fact, the site I had featured a tree that was within millimeters of my off door slide, but it fit. And there was a large-ish tree at the very front of my site on the driver’s side. Continue reading “Day Thirty Nine: Tok to Valdez”
Ah, Chicken. Located on the Taylor Highway (AK-5), which is not maintained in the winter, Chicken had a 2010 census population of 7. Summer months swell the population, of course, but it is completely off the grid and proud of it. Continue reading “Day Thirty Eight: Chicken”
At the very beginning of this trip, we were introduced to the motto ‘No Bad Days in Alaska’. We were even given stickers for our vehicles that said this.
It was a lie.
Still in Dawson City, I literally did nothing of interest for the entire day. It was productive, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t tour anything or do anything fun or exciting. Continue reading “Day Thirty Six: A Down Day”
Dawson City. Once the capital of the Yukon, it exploded in the late 1890s after reports of the discovery of gold. Men, and some women, poured into the city from all over North America, only to find that all of the claims had been staked by the time they arrived. At one point, it was the largest city west of Winnipeg and north of San Francisco. Continue reading “Day Thirty Five: Dawson City”
Three hundred thirty six miles to travel; we were told this would be the longest travel day of the entire trip. Mo and Sally were leaving at 0700 or earlier; Harry and Linda would leave at 8:30. We were warned of frost heaves after Pelly Crossing, around mile 180. There might be construction, as well. So, June 28th, we set out. Continue reading “Day Thirty Four: Whitehorse to Dawson City”