|Metal shard in my tire|
Lucky for me, I stopped and got it fixed before I had a flat tire in the middle of the Yukon in the middle of the near blizzard I was driving in. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
|The Yukon, near the AK border, May 7, 2012|
Fishing season is upon us! It starts next week actually, we got a 12 hour opener May 17th for the Copper River. Fish on! The fish buzz is in the air as we all gear up for yet another season.
It was time to make my way back up to Alaska after visiting family in Ohio. I packed up the car and headed north. Well, west first, around Chicago then north.
I entered Canada from North Dakota, drove across the plains with their lovely old wooden grain elevators and their old farm equipment turned into statues and endless fields. And, of course, their larger than life statues of Paul Bunyan and a disturbingly large beaver statue about 25 feet tall.
Once I hit Edmonton, the road goes more north again and skirts the mountains. The landscape become more rustic along with the buildings.
|Camp ground in Fort Nelson where it costs $37.00 to pitch a tent. Showers are extra.|
|Who knew they even allowed guns in Canada|
Soon, if you are not shot first, you are passing more wildlife of the roads than cars.
|Stone Sheep in BC & Yukon|
|Caribou, aka Boo|
|Wild bison littered along the highway|
|Little black bear in the Yukon|
|More boo outside my window|
In between dodging wild animals on the road, snow storms and metal shards, I did get to enjoy some local R&R at Liard Hot Springs in BC and local sign post forests like this one outside of Whitehorse.
|Sign Post Forest of the Yukon|
|Liard Hot Springs|
Some of the drive was just breath-taking, like this lake the just disappears into the mountains and the road, that goes right through it.
After 4000 miles and about 8 straight days of driving, I made it to Alaska. Ah, it was good to be home where there are glaciers along the side of the road. And planes parked at rest stops, also along side of the road. How did it get there?
|plane parked on turn-out along the Glenn Highway|
Until then, eat fish, live longer.