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”