I felt much better after sleeping, though my lips hurt. I didn’t have any aloe to put on my burning skin, which was still radiating heat. I just used some regular lotion and vowed to find aloe in Palmer, which was our destination for this travel day. Continue reading “Day Forty Two: Leaving Valdez….”
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”