Final Day, Part 2

In true Alcan style, they are using the word "road" loosely. :)


It wouldn't be the Alcan if there wasn't construction taking place.






A little one-lane action.


No passing. Duh.


Rural rest area.

2 outhouses in the rest area.


A cute, former gas station.


John was basically over the road trip by now. He had started wearing his dad's shirt on his head and even wore it inside a visitor center we stopped in. We figured that if this and the little marker tattoo incident were the worst things he did on this 2,235 mile road trip, we were pretty lucky. :)


The, the, the border..... 30km away?!?


Entering a different time zone. Woo Hoo!


What is that in the distance?


Welcome to Alaska!


Good old U.S. Border Inspection Station. The agent only gave us a little trouble about John's citizenship (she noticed that he was from Colombia when she looked at Eliana's birth certificate). She had a million questions, ok maybe 5 or 6, about John's path to citizenship, etc. but she promptly ended her line of questioning when I pulled out his US passport. :)




Powerlines suffering in the permafrost.


Ahh, the first American dollar price per gallon gas sign we'd seen in days. That was in Border City, Alaska. We stopped there for gas and dinner. The owners of the lodge/gas station/rv park/only place in town had 2 small kids and John was their instant BFF. They rode bikes and ran around for about 45 minutes.


Back on the road watching Stuart Little.


My silly EB sportin' her brother's Yukon hat.


So basically this was the last picture I took on our journey from Seattle to Fairbanks. Our plan was to stay the night in Tok that evening, but John got a second wind that took us all the way to Fairbanks. We arrived at 1:30am.

August 13, 2007.....we finally docked this beast in the driveway. :) YAY!