It was a battle in George’s brain and road fever won. We are now rehabbing. We like to drive, and drive, and drive some more. We find it hard to stop for the night when there is an enticing stretch of road ahead. In September 2002, we happily drove from Atlanta to Anchorage in eight days–about 600 miles a day–with two cars, three golden retrievers and a set of walkie-talkies. We didn’t need to make the trip in eight days, but we enjoyed doing it that way.
When we planned this trip, we kept telling each other that we need to take our time and pace ourselves, and we were successful the first few days. But on Monday, the desire to drive took over. Instead of sensibly stopping for the day at a pleasant campground after a reasonable amount of miles, we kept going, even though we knew we might end up driving the full 400 (or so) miles from Tok to Whitehorse. Because we wanted to. Well, George’s brain succumbed first and mine soon followed.
We had planned to stop after about 175 miles because of the delay of a border crossing and the rough roads after the border. Our concerns about border crossing delay were almost laughable. The border guard asked a few quick questions (“Is there anyone in the trailer?” “Uh, no.”) and waved us through. He was almost charming–a description I never thought I would use for a border guard. Getting older has its advantages, apparently.
Our concerns about the road conditions, on the other hand, were not laughable. At the border we hit a stretch of gravel–very dusty gravel–with a particularly jarring washboard. The gravel portion turned out to be a pleasure, however, compared to the paved portion that followed. Permafrost and paving don’t mix well. The frost heaves were continuous and took on all kinds of creative twists–side to side, three rolls in succession, and corkscrews–we had them all. Later that evening, I learned that in RVer language, large frost heaves are called “whoop de doos.” I can’t imagine exclaiming “whoop de doo” over these babies. My language was considerably more colorful. It was ugly driving for almost a hundred miles, especially with a trailer.
The road finally improved after Destruction Bay and our cabinet contents miraculously stayed in place. In the meantime, while bouncing around, we saw a nice bit of wildlife–one porcupine, four moose (very skittish compared to Anchorage moose), eight swans, and one ground squirrel. And then there were the bears. After driving for about forty-five minutes looking for a place to pull over to eat lunch, we finally saw a pull-out ahead in a lonely stretch of road. We couldn’t figure out why the car ahead of us was sitting at a full stop in the middle of road next to the pull-out. Bear pictures, of course. A nice black bear was munching on garbage.
We did not stop there for lunch. After another twenty minutes, we saw an even larger black bear grazing on green plants at the edge of the road. He was quite near the next pull-out, so may have been cruising for garbage, too.
Because of the lousy road conditions, it took about eight hours to drive the 300 miles from Tok to Haines Junction. By then we were finally ready to call it a day and, fortunately, found a campground that had just opened for the season. There were two other couples there. One was from Georgia–big UGA football fans–and the other couple turned out to be former neighbors from Anchorage, heading home after wintering in Arizona. We never met them when they lived down the street from us, but we know them now.
After walking over to the Village Bakery (which we highly recommend), we brought home some amazing sandwiches and ate them with this view of the mountains,
and this view of the car wash.
You meet Georgia Bulldog fans in the most unusual places! We are everywhere! Safe travels!
These folks were from St. Mary’s but spend football season in Athens. The big “G”s on their plates and RV made them easy to identify!
Love this post! That bear looked pissed!
I think we saw more bears driving out of Alaska than we did in the 3 years we lived there. Glad to see we weren’t alone!
The bears are everywhere. I hope Lindsay’s healing quickly–speedy recovery!