We’re heading north on the Alaskan Highway (or the “Scenic Route to Alaska,” as the sign pointing to it said, as if there’s another one?). There’s nothing but spindly evergreens on either side of the road in various stages of being timbered. I imagine this is what driving across Siberia is like, except with not as wide shoulders. To our left snow covered peaks occasionally peak out from behind the green hills we’re driving through. We slept in somewhat the day before, the Black Diamond Hotel being a lot quieter in the morning than the night before. We were in…
We woke up this morning to more fog. There are mountains to the west as we head further north, but we can’t see them, although the sun breaks through the fog from time to time. Every tree and blade of grass is coverd in hoarfrost. Everyone in Alberta appears to drive giant pick up trucks, most of which are hauling a pair of snow mobiles riding atop a big metal plate that’s mounted on top of the bed walls. We’re currently following one that’s carrying a 4-wheeler instead. Wow! We just escaped the fog and can see the peaks! We…
We’re currently sitting on highway 12 in Montana waiting for a pilot car to lead us through a construction zone. Ah, here it comes. On Friday, I didn’t set my alarm, but we woke up at 7:38 anyway, two minutes before my alarm normally would have gone off. Still, even though we’d packed our bags the night before, it took us nearly two hours to gather everything and pack it into the car, including the snow shoes, which are surprisingly bulky for essentially being very flat devices. We decided not to camp on this trip because we expected it to…
Finally. I’m probably going to have a pile of stuff so large when I get back that I’ll never going to get done. I think, traditionally, college kids head to Florida for Spring Break. We’re going to Canada! Here’s a vague outline of our route. We don’t think we’re likely to actually get that far north, but we might. If we’re in the mood, we may stay somewhere for a couple of days. We may just mostly drive and look at mountains. Because we like doing that. Normally, on a trip like this, we’d camp. But campgrounds are likely to…
So, it’s been a good trip so far. I was pretty nervous starting out. It doesn’t help that heading east from Colorado Springs seems the wrong way. Everyone knows what Kansas is like, what not everyone knows is that half of Colorado is just like all of Kansas. I started with a full tank of gas and sort of figured I could make Kit Carson without stopping. After passing the sole gas station in Ellicot, CO, then a sign that said, “No Motorist Servies Next 95 Miles,” realizing that would put me somewhere around 125 miles since I’d fueled, I…