I crossed into the Yukon Territory today and started driving on the Alaska Highway. The name alone gave me a tiny ray of optimism that I am getting closer to my destination. Not too long after turning onto the highway, I saw an enormous bald eagle flying overhead.
The Alaska Highway is a huge improvement from the trails I was driving on in northern British Columbia. There is actually paint on the roads and the speed limit has slightly improved. Gas stations have not been hard to come by-- I was told horror stories of trying to find gas in Canada. You just have to read the signs and be willing to get gas in places that look haunted.
I've been stopping every 2 hours or so to let the dogs out and take short walks. There was one rest stop that I swore I could hear the ocean. So we broke some brush and come out onto the beach of a gigantic beautiful lake:
My hotel was cozy. I didn't have neighbors on either side of me so the dogs weren't barking at every little noise. That was relaxing for me. The frenchies think they are guard dogs. This was also the first night Gertie didn't have any accidents. She is a dog who needs a routine and we have not had any kind of routine since the middle of July when my furniture was packed to be shipped to Alaska. There was a bar attached to my hotel, so that was convenient. I had poutine and a couple Canadian beers. I was really impressed with the Thirty Beaver beer. I don't judge the name, Canadians can't help themselves.
I have a few more hours to drive through the Yukon tomorrow until I reach the Alaskan border. I can' wait! Canada is great, but it doesn't have shit on the US.
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