A close call!
Waiting for the pilot car
Campsite at Lake Kluane
We had an interesting encounter on July 4 in Wasilla. We spent the night at the Big Bear RV park and at first glance it wasn’t much to look at, but it turned out to be one of the nicest, and least expensive places we have stayed on this trip. Level sites, clean restrooms, and huge laundry with lots of working washers and dryers.
No sooner had we set up than a truck and pull trailer pulled in next to us. I was coming around the back side of the RV and threw up my hand at the man at the trailer and he said “I’m from hamilton County, same as you”. Well he and his wife were up here visiting their daughter who married an Alaskan. They are from Soddy Daisy, the community next door to Hixson. So we had fun talking with them. They were heading home so we may meet them again on the road. The man retired from TVA and worked at Sequoyah, but he and Greg did not know each other. Small world.
I took a couple of photos of some of the many abandoned cabins we see in Alaska. It seems lots of folks come up here, but not so many can make it due to the harsh winters. The abandoned cabins are all over the place.
We have made the turn toward home, having done everything in Alaska that we wanted. To be honest, we are missing the grandchildren more than we imagined! Catherine is good to send us videos of the kids, but we want to see them!!!
Yesterday we made the most difficult drive of the trip–going from the Alaska border into the Yukon between Tok Alaska, and Destruction Bay, Yukon. The roads were horrible, even worse than when we came through on the way into Alaska. We only drove 200 miles, but we were ready to stop when we reached the campground. Our rig is dirtier than we’ve ever seen it!!!! We are meeting lots of rigs on their way to Alaska, and they all ask about the roads. It’s good to be able to give them a heads up.
Last night we returned to the Cottonwood RV park on Lake Kluane. On both visits there has been a lot of wind coming off the water. But last night around midnight, the winds got up to a fierce level. When we looked out, of course, it’s broad daylight, even at midnight, and the trees are bending over. There were whitecaps all over the lake. This continued for several hours, and by morning it was 46 degrees!