Life is boring, but that is just what Tango and I want for now. We walk the campground loop, explore the longer trails in the area, relax, sit by the campfire, and read. I also reflect often about the trip to Alaska and my class is helping me to focus those thoughts and to write…
Tango and I are settled into our campsite on Mt. Baker. The others here are mostly older folks who live in nearby Bellingham or British Columbia. I am sure it is worth the drive for the Canadians to spend time in this sweet campground on the glacier-fed, turquoise-colored Nooksack River. We are surrounded by massive,…
I drove towards the beautiful, glacier-covered Mt. Baker, which was not visible from Sumas but magically appeared once I left town. The road wound around through the lush countryside of Eastern Washington and into the Mt. Baker foothills. I pulled over at the first small town to check directions. A small car like mine with…
During the marathon driving episode through Canada, Tango endured being curled up in his bed for days while taking only brief breaks. it seemed only fair to give Tango some attention, so we walked around the area, exploring and stretching out our limbs and muscles. We discovered that Sumas is a dairy farm community with…
Thanks to everyone who followed my Alaska journey! I enjoyed sharing the sights, sounds, and vistas of the beautiful northlands. The people and places there are now part of my being and have changed me in several important ways. Now, I need some feedback. I want to write a book-length manuscript about the trip. Perhaps…
Ms. Waldo-Willis has made significant progress. But first, that lovely night at Fox Lake, YT. I slept like a baby in the cool air. In the morning, I drove about 20 miles south and joined the Alaska Highway again at Whitehorse. I stopped there for breakfast and to upload the last 3 blog posts, then…
I woke up at 3 AM in Chicken! The sky was a brilliant orange thanks to the low, midnight sun. It was neither setting nor rising since I was so far north, but the sun was low enough to set the sky ablaze. I could not get back to sleep after taking photos, so I…
From the Alaska Highway I turn north on the Taylor Highway (first section of the Klondike Loop), towards Chicken, AK. Before I left for AK everyone who had driven here said, “You must stop in Chicken”. That was another reason for taking the Klondike Loop, a road that traverses far to the north. The road…
The weekend in Hope was quieter this time because of rain on Friday that kept most people at home. However, the bands came in both nights and I still met new people. Several small tour groups set up camp on the grass, always their last night before flying out of Anchorage. I met a retired…
I met an older woman from Anchorage camping here for the weekend. She slept in her van like I used to, but I noticed that she did not have a little cookstove, so I offered her coffee. Of course, she said. Then, I saw another lone female camper who is also from Anchorage and sleeping…