We leave Chicken in an appropriate cloud of dust.
Things come to a halt in a couple miles – a sharp rock has
pierced one of Barry’s trailer tires. NorCal closes
ranks defending against attack (Bears? Mosquitoes? SoCal?—you never know out
here). We see nothing but other
Airstreamers (yes, including SoCal) checking to make sure the situation is
under control.
Barry, probably just wishing everyone would go away for
awhile, has the tire changed in no time at all.
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| Barry and Claudia leading, we leave Chicken. |
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| A mile or so later. |
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| The culprit, in his tread. |
The road stays intermittently bad for another 60 miles, but
soon clears and offers our first views of the really tall snow-covered peaks
south west of Fairbanks, perhaps even Mt. McKinley. At last, we have returned to good pavement
and guardrails.
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| McKinley? |
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| CocaCola-financed crop circle? |
We stop for a welcome restaurant-style breakfast at Fast
Eddy’s and drive on to the town of Delta Junction AK, and the Green Acres RV
Park on the Richardson Highway. Our
sites have full hook-ups, our doors open on lawn not dust, our roof TV antennas
receive grainy images of the Olympics we wouldn't tolerate at home, and we are
happy. People restock, clean up, and
rest; thanks to much better WiFi, e-mails are sent and received, bills paid,
and blogs updated. In the evening each
of us is presented with a certificate for completing the Alaska Highway, as
Delta Junction is its official northern terminus.
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| Delta Junction campground - heaven to us. |
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| Larry presents us with some moose candy, but we remember from Newfoundland his fondness for the real thing and decline. |
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| Dawson Creek YT to Delta Junction AK, the official Alaska Highway is conquered. |
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| ...but we can't escape those mosquitoes. |
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