We started from Anchorage and got across the Canadian border. Famous
last words around 7pm: “I’m feeling good-I think we can keep driving.”
Carrie sitting on the border between
Alaska and Canada.
The international boundary marker
We stopped in the next two small towns, but all businesses were shut
down for the night. At 1am , we found a rustic (read: “dumpy”) hunting
lodge in Haynes Junction (600 miles from Anchorage) that was still open.
I think we underestimated how undeveloped northwestern Canada is.
