We cross back into the greatest country on earth without an issue. Even my friend, El Coco Loco, The Tubby Terrorist I call Dark Meat Snack, is allowed in without incident. With aplomb, we savor the grandeur that is Glacier National Park. The under construction ‘Going To The Sun...
Seventeen days and thousands of miles have passed. That’s a long time to be stuck with the same people. Surprisingly, to this point, nobody in the group has murdered anyone else. Scenery overload and road loopiness has definitely set in; things that would never be considered funny...
Until this point on this trip, we’ve been fairly fortunate. Not only has the weather been generally favorable, the roads unparalleled, the company funny and fun, we’ve also been fortunate enough to spy ‘The Big Three’ animals that everyone comes to Alaska hoping to...
The desk clerk in Whitehorse greets us with a hardy, “Good Afternoon!” It’s 9:30 at night, but he’s not completely nuts, it’s still bright enough outside to be the middle of the day. After securing rooms in an actual hotel, taking actual showers and using an...
Funny how precious a simple chain of hydrocarbon molecules can be, and how much the lack of that precious chain of combustibles can weigh on a mind. It’s pretty simple. I don’t have enough gas to get back to any hotel. Dark Meat ‘might’ have enough, but that...