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On most of those short days in far north, I drove about 250
miles, about the same as a migrating Canadian goose. I say short
days because the sun never rose far above the horizon, and it seemed like
sunrise or sunset was never long in coming.
The snow that fell on most of those overcast, usually sub-zero days, was either
loose like baking flower or packed like tortillas. When loose, it was taken up by even a slight
wind into waves like little low clouds.
Sometimes driving the jeep seemed like sailing a boat through white rippled
water. And on those rare events when a
car, or more likely a big rig, approached from the other direction, it billowed
up a cloud of snow that obliterated all visibility for about ten seconds. And when the snow became tortilla, it was not
slippery like ice, but almost as safe to drive
on as asphalt.
on as asphalt.
They say that once you've done the Alcan, you have bragging rights any time your friends start talking about their road trips. But it’s not worth the bragging rights. I performed my obligation and achieved my full desire in just getting to Fairbanks, and had plenty of pleasures along the way. Some of you worried more about me than I had the sense to worry about myself.
You know by now that I did not return the way I went north, but drove a mostly different route to where a ferry came and whisked me and the jeep off to the lower 48. Here in Corvallis, Oregon, I’m most of the way home now, and will arrive on Tuesday.
This map shows in a general way the trips up and back and how
different they were.
Click on Michael's Map to show accurately all of the places I spent the night, except those four nights aboard the ferry. You can zoom and pan on this map and find my exact routes in case you wish to also have bragging rights.
I will probably do a presentation at Kathabela’s place on
Friday, February 22. Watch for further information
as the time approaches. I am also open for
invitations wherever a group wants to have me.
Thanks to all who commented, either by email or directly on the blog. You helped me through the ice.
It will be wonderful to have you home. That first photo in your post is absolutely sublime. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat's along the Inside Passage, Ellen, taken from Columbia, an Alaskan Ferry, such a relaxing and scenic ride most of the way home.
DeleteThe Highway of Snow and Ice
ReplyDeleteChoosing your trip back
to be on water
was a perfect choice.
It brought (icy) tears
to my eyes reminiscing
about that guy
who walked on water.
Except you upped it
by doing it
with your Jeep.
(Who'd think of such intimacy!)
Had He one such vehicle
He might've done that too.
Well, OK, let's no forget
He had His thorns
and cross to bear.
I'm glad you gave your Jeep
a well-deserved rest
hoping it doesn't end in Heaven.
lol
Alex, I owe my faithful jeep a good long rest after what I demanded of it. For weeks, I allowed ice to cake under its fenders. I allowed ice to hang from the rear bumper and get packed onto the floorboard from my boots. All the ice has melted off now. The doors no longer squeak and crackle from ice in the hinges. And the rear window wiper is free from a block of ice that’s been caked around it, making it non-functional. The faithful jeep seems happy to be back.
DeleteI am so glad to know you're coming home soon! I'll be there on 22nd.
ReplyDeleteKeiko, The show on the 22nd is not certain at this point, but I will let you know. Thanks for following the blog and for your several comments.
DeleteVivement Mardi, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteToti, Maybe it means you are an early riser. Good morning. I am about to leave Corvallis, for the final 900 miles home. Hope to see you soon.
ReplyDeleteIt has been a wonderful
ReplyDeletewarm armchair trip.
My eyes barely iced up
seeing your posted photographs.
And in grand finale
I honestly looked forward
to all your posts
that inspired me
sometimes in quirky ways.
Welcome back
I bet by now.
Alex, It was a pleasure having you and your quirky ways beside me on this road trip, which was quirky in itself. Sure wish the freeway god would open a way into Pasadena for you, but I know, it's a darker ride than Fairbanks. Thake care, Sharon
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