Good Morning Seattle, Kentucky and points in between. This is radio CCJC (3c’s) on station 35.40fm. Take up your coats and travel with us as we move on down the asphalt road mixed in with plenty of gravel for a rolling good time. Get your snacks, get your books, get your music, for we have a long day ahead.
Say good bye to Watson Lake in the Yukon Territory. We’ll see it again on our return trip. What great food and hospitality! The cook at the RV park has his own special secret recipe for a salsa dip and we give it a thumbs up. When we return I will try to purchase at least a jar to enjoy on the way home.
Watson Lake is well known for its “Signpost Forest”. Anyone can post their name, city or any mark to show they have passed through.
The roads to Alaska via British Columbia and the Yukon Territory are long with seemingly no end in sight. We are still on the lookout for creatures of all sizes. I looked so hard today that I know I have been hallucinating, seeing bears in trees when it was just a tree stump, seeing the road stop like it fell of the planet, lost my dimensional perspective - good thing I wasn’t the driver. I need a butt break! Is that where my brain lives?
We stopped at a rest area and John chatted wth a young man on a bicycle (two wheels). He left Anchorage and was heading to South America. He’s on a two wheeler, we are on 6 wheels and we are complaining about road conditions. Something is wrong with this picture. We hit road construction in several places but today, TODAY, beats anything in the past. In British Columbia and Yukon Territory, they throw asphalt with tar and gravel and let the cars and trucks pack it down.
We had plenty whoop-t-doos, and in case you don’t know what that means, it’s like being on a roller coaster except your car is bottoming out, hitting the underside of your vehicle, or like cruising in a low rider and going over a speed bump. Are you seeing the picture now? And they weren’t all on our side of the road. It didn’t matter - right, left, center - they were all over the place. Needless to say, after four hours of whoop-t-dooing, my attitude had enough of being the nice little old lady, the quiet passenger, and out came the OLD CONNE.
Things got a lot better once we crossed the border from YT to Alaska. The roads were paved with smooth asphalt and most of the frost heaves and pot holes were evenly resurfaced. I guess I need to give Sarah Palin a big A+ for that.
For now, we are staying two nights in Tok, Alaska while I regroup. Pray for me!
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