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 them.
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.
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.