Quest Accomplished

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On the last night before the final push to Fairbanks, I was the only guest at a small motel in Tok, Alaska,.  It is one of several little, small-town establishments where I was the only, or almost only, guest.  I met one tourist since Dawson Creek; the rest were truck drivers, local residents, or traveling merchants and the like.  

A frozen lake under a blanket of snow, upon which mountains appear to float, illuminated with light from the sun, which never rises far above the horizon. 

Trees up here seem to know that to grow wide is to break under inevitable load.  Tall and slender are traits learned through many generations of trial and error; and yow to dress for the cold is a trait being learned by this nomad. 

The Road, and it is the only through road, goes on and on, day after day, seldom giving up its beauty, seldom its ice, always a long way between human habitations.  Relaxed driving is for fools and the unaware.  The trick is to respect the road with its devious hazards and still be in awe of the beauty all around.  

I will spend a few days in Fairbanks with my niece, Lynno, and the children she cares for in her home, along with her three teenage sons. 

Michael Angerman has kept a map during this long trip, showing all of the places where I spent the night.  Please view his map at:     Michael's Map  You can pan zoom to see more detail or more area as you choose.