There are little communities along the road—random establishments of only a few buildings and a gas station/grocery store/post office and usually a lumber mill. To me these places seem out in the middle of nowhere. But they are only out in the middle of nowhere to me; not to the people that live here. In a way it is not much different than living in Libby or Alzada, Montana. To everyone living here it is not the middle of nowhere. It is someplace.
|Find the Beaver|
|Hey we made it to Alaska!|
|The people of Hyder, AK are very religious.....|
|How are you supposed to read that sign?|
|Bridge to where? Too bad it was closed.|
|Griz...just sittin in the snow.|
|Camping along the Cassiar Highway|
|I was so excited to see a Caribou that I couldn't get my camera out in time.|
We made it to the Yukon yesterday. We’ll cross the boarder back into Alaska later today or tomorrow and head toward Fairbanks. On a sad note we ran out of IPA last night. Canadians know nothing about making real beer so we need to get to Alaska soon! There is a brewery here in Whitehorse that we will check out this afternoon.
Miles Driven: 1,919