The Return Begins

Already? Awww…

Yes, it is time to begin our return trip. We’re not traveling the same route—maybe 500 miles of this journey we’ll be on the same road. This leg will take us out of Valdez, up to the junction in Tok and back to Whitehorse. Then we’ll take the actual AlCan highway down to its origination point at Dawson Creek, British Columbia. Following that we will take a side road to Jasper and Banff National Parks in Alberta, then to Glacier and Yellowstone National Parks back in the US. If we arrive on time we’ll drop Bob off in Salt Lake City, because somebody has to work to pay for this trip.

So, here we are in Valdez. At some point in my early childhood and it was after the ’64 earthquake but before the pipeline, our family visited Valdez. I remember the waterfalls and I remember that the town had been wiped out by tidal waves following the earthquake. Even as a young child I was impressed to see that all that remained of the town were street posts with signs and empty cement pads where homes once stood.

On our way out of town this morning we saw a sign marking the original town and visited it. Though much has grown over there were still a few cement pads left with markers explaining what once stood there. Yet another impressive reminder of the strength of the forces of nature and how insignificant man really is in the scope of things.

I was hoping that the waterfalls would be as impressive as I remembered and we weren’t disappointed. Tons of water poured down the side of the mountain, forming its own path and unceasingly pounding on the rocks underneath it.

Bridal Veil Falls just north of Valdez.

Bridal Veil Falls just north of Valdez.

Afterwards we headed up the pass to the summit and came to Worthington Glacier. One of Rebecca’s requests was that she walk on a glacier and this was her chance. Matthew and I wimped out climbing the narrow, rocky goat trail about half way up but Bob and Rebecca made it to the face of the glacier and got see and touch it as close as one can get. I worried they would fall into the river, through a crevasse, or slide underneath the ice…you know… Mom Worries…but they made it safely and have pictures to prove their braveness.north to alaska 024

We continued heading north and for a time paralleled the Trans-Alaska Pipeline. You know, it’s not as big as I imagined. We split off from the pipeline and took the ‘short-cut’ to Tok. I’m not so sure how much shorter it was but it certainly was another remote road. According to the markers this was another gold rich area with the first non-native settlers being prospectors.

Oh say, here’s a crazy observation. Remember I told you about the frost heaves? We found some and Rebecca videotaped a clip for you but we kept noticing that they weren’t as bad as we remembered (the bug splatters are exactly as they occurred in real life). It turns out that these loop-de-loop heaves in the road are a spring occurrence and since the weather had warmed up by our return most of the road had settled back down. So, we were lucky to experience them.

After we crossed back into Canada (without incident this time) we started looking for a place to spend the night. There are very few camping spots which was okay, we could pull off the road and stop, until this:

Well, Hello Mr. Grizzly. No, I don't think I will sleep in a tent right here...

Well, Hello Mr. Grizzly. No, I don’t think I will sleep in a tent right here…

Yes, after a not so friendly greeting by this grizzly we decided the tent was way too thin for us to camp outside a campground so we pushed on until we finally found one at the end of Kluane Lake. The spot seemed perfect, a grassy RV park with bathrooms close, BUT… As we began to unload the truck the mosquitoes formed a dark swarm all around us. In your nose. In your eyes. In your ears. On your arms.

You get the picture. Armchair travelers, be very glad tonight you are sleeping in your bed.

We raced to get the tent up and jumped in to escape. It didn’t matter that our clothes were still in the truck. We had our sleeping bags and nobody wanted to venture out to brush their teeth. That was it for the night.

Tomorrow: Return to Whitehorse and visit some friends.

kluane lake

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