The Alaska Highway
and on to Fairbanks


This was the theme for the last leg of our trip. There really was but
one route to take, but we spent about two weeks enjoying it.

Our best guess was the campground hosts at this campground
wanted to make the RV crowd comfortable. We saw everything but
the pink flamingo lawn ornaments.

The stay at the campground was made more "bearable" by our only
bear sighting of our trip, right outside the gate.

Dawson Creek, British Columbia held milepost zero of the official Alaska Highway
and we were excited to find that the t-shirt store had received the part for our
truck rack which I had ordered.


We hit the road again and traveled through the Rocky Mtns
once again, this time much further north.

We stopped for one night along the shores of Muncho Lake and enjoyed a hike up a glacial moraine.

True to the Milepost (official guide to driving the Alaska Highway)
we saw stone sheep in Stone Mtn Provincial Park and
caribou along the highway shortly thereafter.

We found a few signs which looked familiar in the signpost forest in Watson Lake.

One in particular looked familiar (see bottom center of the above photo).

We stopped along the shores of Lake Teslin and marvelled at the
calm water for a lake of such size (a few miles across and dozens of miles long).


Daisy and Logan got a chance to swim for sticks in the frigid water and
then spent a bit of time sunning themselves on the warmer rocks on shore.


That night Logan and I went searching for some sunset photos as
the sky was tinted pink with the smoke of distant fires to our Northwest.

As we continued on we saw remnants of a fire from not so long ago.

As we continued North the treeline continued to drop and the lakes in the Yukon continued to impress us..

The city of Whitehorse had the Grand Canyon on the Yukon and also the
longest wooden fish ladder for the salmon to negotiate.

Whitehorse also held a ball field where we could get the dogs some exercise. Guess which one got more?

And we crossed the border without incident, arriving in the Great Land.

Fireweed has taken on new meaning for us since arriving in Alaska
at the tail end of this record fire season and is quite prevalent in disturbed areas.

The smoke really hung low in some of the areas we guessed were
permafrost and stunted spruce lowlands along the highway.

This was the only fire we actually saw, but it was close enough.

The smoke cast and eerie tint on the sun and the smell was more noticable too.

Delta Junction, the official end of the Alaska Highway, was surprisingly clear of smoke.
We celebrated the end of the Highway with a pizza.

This was our first night just outside of Fairbanks.
A real zoo with plenty of RV's and 4wheelers for all.

The smoke on some days was in the unhealthy/hazardous level and
visibility was less than a mile. This drove us from town on a few occasions.

But we're now settling in, after 15,000 miles and 3 months
on the road since leaving Vermont. What a trip it's been!