It was crying-with-joy-time
again when I saw the Welcome to Alaska sign. I made it!!! Maybe
not without problems and frustrations, but I went all the way through
Canada's Yukon and into Alaska all by myself! I can't believe it's
been a little less than a month since I left Portland. In some ways
it feels like a lifetime. Canada has been great, but mainly just
the place to go through to get to Alaska. In some ways it's been
a much harder month of travel than I had ever thought of, and in
other ways I am amazed at how smooth it went. My emotions have certainly
run the gamut, that's for sure. From the loss of my greatest inspiration,
Don - to a feeling of accomplishment that I've come so far alone
- to doubting the wisdom of ever taking off on such a crazy and
risky dream - to being totally and unbelievably excited at the prospect
of spending the whole summer in amazing Alaska - I've experienced
it all. If one of the things that life is all about is to experience
and learn as much about ourselves and others as we can during our
time on earth, then I feel like I've lived a lifetime just in the
past month. Being the only one to listen to myself cry in fear and
frustration or sob in joy and wonder, in that experience I've learned
a lot about myself and to forgive myself my fears as I push through
I was also a little surprised at my reaction
when I crossed the border into America again. I heartily greeted
the border guard with a "God Bless America!" I loved Canada,
its people and its incredibe scenery, but in the past month, I got
tired of exchanging dollars for loonies, trying to convert litres
to gallons, etc. The guard said he gets that reaction all the time.
I guess I'm not as un-stuck in my ways as I thought.
Although the campground rates were pretty
good, the gas was pretty high - in Ft. Nelson I paid almost $2.50
a gallon once the conversions were made. When you only get 7-8 mpg
and have a 75 gallon tank to feed, that adds up quite quickly.
is what the RV looked like right before I got to Tok. I'd never
seen it so filthy! No dings to either it or the car's windshield
yet, though, and I've heard that's a common occurrence on this road.
I'm sure the little traffic I encountered contributed to that lucky
a little easier to see the dirt on the poor dinghy who kept getting
the mud and muck thrown at it. The Protect-A-Tow underskirt worked
pretty well in keeping it from being damaged by the gravel and rocks,
but it was torn itself either from rocks flying through it or from
scraping against the tow bar, I'm not sure.