Before I get into the actual post, I want to apologize for the lack of updates. The places where I’ve had a good cell signal have also been locations where we’ve been really busy. And we’re back in Canada, which means Verizon restricts me to a half of a GB, which is nothing. I can’t move the pictures to the website with that amount of bandwidth. WiFi, if offered, is nearly universally useless at most campgrounds. And then we started down the Cassiar Highway, and I lost even cell service for several days. We are getting much closer to the border, and there should be no issues once I cross back into the U.S. on August 7th. Continue reading “Day Forty One: Cruising Prince William Sound”
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”
Today was one of those days which made my decision to do my trip through an RV tour company seem brilliant. While I appreciate the fact that I’m not traveling alone and I’ve made some great friends, the activities we get to do have all been just great. On this particular day, there is zero chance I would have gone to the place on my own; every single person on the tour said the same thing. But it was just an amazing experience and we all loved every minute of it. Continue reading “Day Thirty Three: Completely Amazing”
Our first full day in Whitehorse started with a tour bus trip around the city. The campground is south of the city; on the way there, a turnoff to Miles Canyon is marked. We stopped at a viewpoint overlooking the canyon prior to heading downtown. When the first stampeders came up from their long journey towards the gold fields, they had to cross the Yukon river. Miles Canyon was a real challenge, with cliffs that narrow significantly and speed the flow of the river, lots of boiling rapids, etc. It has been tamed to some degree, with a dam that generates , most of the electricity for the province. It’s still an impressive sight, though. I wouldn’t want to fall in, that’s for sure. Continue reading “Day Thirty Two: Whitehorse, Yukon’s Capital”