denali, and to sea level

denali was cool. the scenery would have wowed me a week ago, and it was impressive, but honestly i think the top of the world highway was prettier.



it was a little different tho, the alaska range added mountains to the scenery, and there was lots of wildlife. our first spot was an snowshoe hare in our firepit. have no idea what he was looking for in there. on the bus tour we saw caribou, eagles, and lots of grizzly bears - in fact i got closer to one than i ever thought i needed to be, albeit from inside a vehicle. they are so funny when they walk, it's really hard to believe watching them waddle around that they can outrun you!



anyway, we rode the bus to the end of the line at wonder lake. there we got out and hiked around the tundra for an hour or two, which is very strange to walk through - generally kind of springy, sometimes a quite firm step will be followed by one that will sink you up to your knees, with no apparent change in the surface. unfortunately the mountain itself, which is under cloud cover about 2/3 of the time, did not come out for us :(



i also did an unconcious bear impression, wandering around oblivious to the surroundings, eating berries. the wild blueberries are way yummy, and it's a lot easier to understand how they can be such a huge fraction of a bear's diet when you consider they make up at least 80% of the vegetation out there.



leaving denali we took the slightly longer path back to canada rather than retrace our route. (as big as alaska is, it only has 11 highways, and we've hit 6 of them.) was a long day but defintely the right call - just gorgeous. arrived in haines this evening, going to spend a couple days here hiking and kayaking. we will be leaving earlier than planned tho, apparently they broke our ferry and we will have to replace the 1 hour boat trip with 5 hours of driving. at least it's a pretty road, i won't really mind heading back that way.unlike the AK highway from destruction bay to the canadian border - i have two words for any woman taking that road - sports bra!



got a hotel on the fjord in haines. you would not believe the view from where i am sitting right now.

this morning we decided it was about time for a breakfast of something other than cereal, and found a good diner. mark had to celebrate the occasion by spraying the guy at the next table with creamer - he claims it was an accident. the guy didn't bat an eyelash, said "better milk than a bird"; and the source of my brick red complexion was alternately extreme embarassment and repressed laughter as we mopped up his table.

Polar Bear Club

A very early rising from the very posh Regency found us at the Fairbanks airport. Our first hot breakfast of the trip and a slightly delayed flight (yeah I know, a flight on a road trip) and we were in lovely Barrow AK.



Greeted by our tour guide Ryan Rock we started our bus tour of the village. Pictures will do more justice than words. Not the most thrilling tour I have ever taken. We got to see the new football field, a lovely blue and yellow astro-turf, and watched the high school dismiss. But the native dancing (which jenny joined in at the end) and blanket toss was too damn cool. We got one of the dancers, kids all, to almost touch the ceiling :)



Amazing to see how humans can live pretty much anywhere we choose, as long as the money is there. With our flight getting there late and the returning flight leaving early we had to cut the tour a little short.



So standing outside the airport, waiting for our plane to arrive, Ryan did a little fast talking and convinced us to join the Barrow Polar Bear Club. The only requirement to join said club was to immerse your entire body in the Artic Ocean. Sooooo we took a quick dip, very invigorating.



Back in the plane, then 120 miles to Denali NP in Lulu, and lights out. Tomorrow we get another bus tour, but with the possibility of seeing lots of wildlife and Mt. McKinley.

somewhere down the road

got much further than we'd planned yesterday, which left us with not many miles to cover today. slept in, leisurely breakfast, and rode the last 100 miles of the alaska highway.



so we spent the rest of the day playing.



another hundred miles took us to fairbanks, where we walked around and did some shopping and such. we saw a guy in prison stripes holding a sign out for passing traffic to read: "fred the felon for mayor" then we checked into our hotel (jacuzzi tub!) and headed out for the afternoon.



pioneer park was a little kitschy, but fun - played minigolf on a course that looked like an overfunded scoutarama. then we went to the all-you-can-eat salmon bake (also featuring cod and prime rib) that every guidebook and every local insists is a must. (yum!)

tomorrow is the barrow adventure, then straight from there to denali, so we'll be out of touch for a while...more posts and more pics sometime next week.

welcome to alaska

Oi!

Hard driving today, covered over 800 km, 200 or so over mostly unpaved roads. Still looking over Lulu (I named our RV) for signs of bits falling off, cause I know I feel like I had a few things break. When there are so many potholes in the road you have at least one wheel in one at any given time, its hard to keep the ride smooth...it kinda looked like a 100 mile long game of whack-a-mole.



But we are officially in Alaska, crossed the border and had a very nice chat with the border agent, who seem mostly bored rather than interrogational. his little shack is 4,500 or so feet up after crossing the Yukon River at Dawson with a sign that says "population: 2." We drovw the "Top of the World Highway" - I can see how it got its name. Even above the tree line it’s beautiful, I get the feeling that word might lose some meaning by the end of this adventure, since everything is.



While in Dawson we did the tourist thing - cruised the 2 block long main drag, walked along the river just enjoying the sunlight and breathtaking views. We also stopped and did a tour of the Jack London Museum (at my request). Got to see the original cabin London used while living in the Yukon. Which was apparently lost to history for some 60 odd years, until the locals felt like mentioning that they’d known where it was all along..



It’s 9:40pm local and we’ve been driving and touristing since 6:45am, including the time change. so we are going to eat mac & cheese then hit the hay. nighty night.

a mirror for the sun

i checked the weather before we left thursday, and all along our route, it said rain. rain, showers, rain. cold, miserable, terrible driving conditions. i’m not wanting to jinx anything, but so far that report has been mostly wrong - with the exception of yesterday morning, we have had really nice weather. also, a minimum of insects, and the road is in much better shape than advertised. so far it’s paved and everything.



and one of the oddest things about this trip so far has been our strategic alcohol purchases. it’s not like we’re lushes or anything, but we are on vacation, after all :) but there are limited places and times you can buy alcohol in canada, and the obvious solution (stock up) is hampered by the duty-free allowances when we cross the international borders. so we’ve had to put more thought into this than really seems necessary!



anyway, today was a nice drive from muncho lake to whitehorse. made a couple of stops for short hikes, one to get the kinks out and another to see a double waterfall. we also saw sheep, meeses, lots of bison, and a bobcat while driving. we have as yet (thankfully) had no animals blocking the road, or personal encounters.



crossed into the yukon territory around lunchtime and stopped at the signpost forest. this was apparently started by some guy who added his hometown to the standard list of cities on the highway signpost, and has been perpetuated by almost every passerby since. nearby shacks (all closed for season) will make you a sign, or you can make your own – we saw road signs, license plates, frisbees, boots, and even a bedpan. a ton of signs from germany...either a lot of germans come through, or the ones that do like to steal road signs. or maybe both.





ate some surprisingly good burgers in a disturbingly pink shack across the street - the only local place still open (apparently when seasonal places say they are open till mid September they actually mean they close sometime in august.) spent the rest of the afternoon gaping at the views, and from all reports we haven’t even gotten to the pretty part yet! late afternoon we pulled into the hot springs north of town to camp and soak. now i’m all mellow from hot-tubbing (hot-springing?) and beer, and mark has the campfire started, so, i think i’m done typing.