B - reporting
It was a gorgeous morning, the sky pale wintry blue behind the massive snow-capped mountains now visible in front of the motel. Very cold, though...when packing up, I discovered that the beers in the car left out of the fridge overnight were a lot colder than the ones actually in the fridge.
We drove off, heading towards Alaska, past stunning turquoise lakes, snowy mountains and forests ablaze with gold. It became cloudier, with a few light snow showers but no drama.
We got to Beaver Creek around lunchtime, and stopped off in Buckshot Betty's for coffee* and soup, emerging into snow. 5 minutes down the highway we were in bright sunshine again!
The US border crossing is about 30km further west was smooth, and we were in Alaska! We headed towards Tok. Tok!! Even typing it is fun. There we got gas for Swiss and crisps for us, and decided to drive halfway to Anchorage and camp. So we carried further south, the road taking us past orange highlighter trees and dramatic vistas of snowy mountains, pink in the setting sun.
We drove further, until we found a State Park campground**. It was quite chilly, so I thermal-ed up before even opening the car doors. Then, resembling the Michelin Woman, I fired up the stove.
We scurried into the car and consumed sausages in pitta, wearing all our clothes, including gloves. And only fear of bears inspired me to wash the dishes afterwards.
It was lovely and warm, though, in the sleeping bags, under the duvet purchased last year in a bazaar in Kyrgyzstan. If only I had not had to get up to pee!
*coffee with evaporated milk - deeelicious
** The Alaska ones are not as good as the Yukon campgrounds, which are cheaper and have free firewood - hurrah for socialist Canada!
It was a gorgeous morning, the sky pale wintry blue behind the massive snow-capped mountains now visible in front of the motel. Very cold, though...when packing up, I discovered that the beers in the car left out of the fridge overnight were a lot colder than the ones actually in the fridge.
We drove off, heading towards Alaska, past stunning turquoise lakes, snowy mountains and forests ablaze with gold. It became cloudier, with a few light snow showers but no drama.
We got to Beaver Creek around lunchtime, and stopped off in Buckshot Betty's for coffee* and soup, emerging into snow. 5 minutes down the highway we were in bright sunshine again!
The US border crossing is about 30km further west was smooth, and we were in Alaska! We headed towards Tok. Tok!! Even typing it is fun. There we got gas for Swiss and crisps for us, and decided to drive halfway to Anchorage and camp. So we carried further south, the road taking us past orange highlighter trees and dramatic vistas of snowy mountains, pink in the setting sun.
We drove further, until we found a State Park campground**. It was quite chilly, so I thermal-ed up before even opening the car doors. Then, resembling the Michelin Woman, I fired up the stove.
We scurried into the car and consumed sausages in pitta, wearing all our clothes, including gloves. And only fear of bears inspired me to wash the dishes afterwards.
It was lovely and warm, though, in the sleeping bags, under the duvet purchased last year in a bazaar in Kyrgyzstan. If only I had not had to get up to pee!
*coffee with evaporated milk - deeelicious
** The Alaska ones are not as good as the Yukon campgrounds, which are cheaper and have free firewood - hurrah for socialist Canada!
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| Room with a view |
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| Warm food in the snow. |
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| Top left hand corner of America! |
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