The Al-Can Highway - North to Alaska - Sunday, June 25

 After attending a lovely wee branch meeting with faithful and most welcoming fellow saints in Hinton, Alberta, we headed north - Alaska bound.  The Al-Can Highway officially begins outside of Dawson Creek, British Columbia.  Distances are long, towns are sparse, gas even more sparse, and we're only 50 miles in on the 1257-mile journey.  Apparently there are multiple wildfires up north; the air is smoky, the mountains blurred.  We could be delayed or rerouted; we shall see. 

Our first real wildlife siting was smack dab in the middle of the busy highway leaving Jasper National Park.  A herd of bighorn sheep were licking what we can only assume was salt from the median stripes undaunted by the traffic passing by. Our next siting was of a rather large horse dead and bloating on the shoulder of the highway.  What schmuck leaves their horse rotting on the highway, methinks!

On closer inspection, however, I discovered it to be a cow moose.  And my heart broke.  But hope was restored when further along we slowed for a very live cow moose crossing the road at a disconcertingly slow walk, seemingly oblivious to traffic.  My goodness, they are large animals.  And they must be quite illiterate for they don't mind the moose-crossing signs we see every few kilometers.  

Tomorrow is P-Day in Fort St John, BC, where we are camped on the banks of Charlie Lake; laundry, Walmart, cooking, cleaning, and regrouping.  This may be our last trailer dump for a couple of weeks, which means we'll either have to go without showering or get mighty creative with our precious water reserves.  I'll blog as often as internet connectivity allows.

Tally-ho to Alaska!