We started on Friday morning. It had snowed the night before, and the road was white with snow and fog.
The stunted spruce were silhouetted against the sunrise.
We stopped the first day in Tok, and next day saw the sun rise again, at about 9:30.
We crossed into Canada where the roads of the northern Alcan are full of ruts and bumps, but the scenery is stunning.
We passed by Kluane Lake, still not frozen.
We stayed the night in Haines Junction before going over the mountains.
Not much wildlife to be seen. A flock of geese was almost all we saw.
Briefly, the sun came out.
Then we spotted 2 moose, a cow and a calf, foraging in the desolate plateau. The wind was fierce.
At almost 4,000 feet we could hardly see the road. Everything was white.
As we began the descent the snow got thicker, heavier and wetter.
We crossed the border and found that there was an eagle “festival” in Haines. There were hundreds of them.
There was no snow in Haines. There were even some flower pots with pansies blooming. We got to Haines a day early; we had left time in case of trouble on the road, and we had no difficulty. We were glad we didn’t cross the mountain the next day. There were travel advisories of snow, high wind, drifts and black ice.
We didn’t board the Ferry until almost midnight on Monday. We did some hiking in a state park that said “Park Closed” where we met two young women who were also waiting for the ferry. Then we got to know the Haines library well. Fortunately, it is a very good library and a comfortable place to spend time.
Are we a couple of tough old birds, or are we just crazy?