We headed out of Dillon, Montana in the morning and made our way up I-15 through Butte and Helena, both pretty mountain towns. Someday, I’d really enjoy staying and exploring when the weather is more conducive to doing so. Lots of mountainous winter driving with hills and turns until we dropped down from the hills towards Great Falls, then straight north on flat land towards Shelby and the border. Mostly flat land. Just before you get to Shelby is a small canyon that the highway dips down into before climbing back up which the Marias River flows through. It wasn’t horrible when we went through but if the weather had been icy, may have been some trouble.
As we continued north, we could see the cold front to our west that had been threatening. It felt to me like we were racing against some really bad weather, which we were. We made some last calls to family before we entered Alberta, Canada and garnered international rates, then went through customs. I made a point to be sure the guards had a look at Moonlight’s papers this time. I spent good money to make certain she had them, dammit! LOOK AT THEM! Which they did and we began our 1,900 mile trek across Canada.
It was starting to get dark as we got underway again but didn’t start looking for a place to stop until around midnight. We saw the town of Leduc, which had some motels listed on Yelp but it seemed too far out of our way to consider stopping. I found one that had been rated with 5 stars just outside of Edmonton, so we went there. We were tired and agreed to the $100 deposit, since we didn’t have enough on our credit card to use it, then went to our room.
It stank like ancient chain smoker with stains and burns on every surface, but we took showers and tried to sleep. After an hour and a half nap, we both woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so we packed up, and got our deposit back and left. What a nasty place.
We drove on for another few hours and then stopped in the parking lot of a large convenience store/truck stop in Whitecourt, where we fell asleep for a few hours in our seats. We woke up, I went inside to use the bathroom and bought hot coffee while Robert walked Moonlight, and we traded places so Robert could sleep a little while I drove. It was pre-dawn and the traffic was heavy with many pickups and semis heading out with us to the oil and gas fields, which got lighter as the day got brighter and we made our way towards Dawson Creek, the “official” start of the Alaska Highway. Along the way, we passed over Pink Mountain, the nefarious bane of our journey south. In the light of day, it almost seemed like a smallish hill. But we know better, don’t we. Yes. We drove on and stopped at Sasquatch Crossing where we saw a truck with it’s blinkers on and a couple of people walking back towards the lodge. They were actually from Indian Valley, close to Anchorage, and their truck had broken down. I hope they made it to where they were headed to down in the Lower 48, the opposite direction we were headed. If they had been interested in going back, we could have offered them a ride.
We spent the night at the new Motel 6 in Fort Nelson, where there was even a little, snowy dog area in a corner of the lot for Moonlight to potty in. It was comfortable, and we slept so very, very well and soundly that night.
We sure did need it. The only trouble we had was the light switch for the bathroom had been connected to the fridge, so we had to pour out the milk I had been keeping for our coffee. It was almost gone by that point but still somewhat annoying. Which brings us to the subject of what we’d been eating on this trip. Well, tamales from Texas, of course! Back in Arizona, we bought one of those plug in coolers for our food. We had milk, eggs, cheese, hotdogs and 5 dozen frozen tamales that my father in law had bought us before we left Houston.
The tamales stayed frozen, for the most part, since the cooler was well packed, but as we traveled on, the other things got used up and so they started to thaw after we left Colorado. During one of our stops in Idaho for fuel, I saw a little portable oven that is apparently popular amongst truckers, that gets plugged into your 12-volt cigarette lighter like the cooler, and bought it along with some aluminum pan-type inserts.
I tried it out with some hotdogs first. After about 20 minutes of driving, we started to smell the hotdogs so I picked the cooker up off the floorboard by my feet and opened it up in my lap. Hot water from condensation in my lap! But then it was cold water. Yuck. But we had hot hotdogs! Then we had hot tamales. And hot tamales. And hot tamales. We had tamales for three days.
It was a very long day, preceded by a very long night, preceded by a string of very long days, but since we no longer had our travel trailer to sleep or eat in, we were compelled to keep going. That takes coffee, and lots of it. Whether in the form of those bottles of Starbuck’s chilled mochas bought at the store or steaming hot, black from the pot at a lonely lodge along the highway, caffeine is the fuel that keeps the weary traveler alert and content enough to keep driving on. Coffee and cinnamon rolls.
There are two places we stopped at where they make their cinnamon rolls fresh every day, and they aren’t too far from each other. Plus, they’re both really good! The first we came to was the Tetsa River Lodge, where they have a great little ad in The Milepost for the “Cinnamon Bun Centre of the Galactic Cluster”. The coffee was amazing as well, and we had a nice chat about Trump with the owner. The next place we stopped at was at Double G, where we got more coffee and more cinnamon rolls! Yay! Robert took photographs of the old lights above the fuel island, he’d been wanting to since we’d passed by on our way down, so I’m glad he had the opportunity to do so.
Backstory: In 2010, when Robert and I were traveling up from Alabama so we could live together as man and wife, finally… we stopped at the Double G for breakfast one morning. We enjoyed a wonderfully delish meal but the proprietor was super cranky so we ever afterwards called him the surly cook. He wasn’t there this time, but a super friendly younger guy was there with the coffee and rolls. Apparently, the old guy is the owner and spends the winters down south now. I’d love to go back through in the summer while he is there just to see if his attitude is any better.
Another long day and driving and driving. Moonlight is starting not to like going for rides in the truck. Even if she gets to look out the window and bark at the locals.
We spend the night in Teslin at the Yukon Motel. It’s older but clean and quiet, so we wake up in the morning ready for strong coffee and a last, great push towards home.
We make stops to fill up the truck with diesel at every major town along our way, because you just don’t know who’s going to be open this time of year. It’s the 23rd of December and there might be folks out visiting family. So, stops in Whitehorse, Haines Junction and Destruction Bay before we make our way up towards the Alaska-Canada Border, where the guard on duty on the U.S. side gives Moonlight a biscuit and talks about bushwhacking on his off days to a local lake in the area. It’s remote forest, what else is he gonna do when he’s not working? We totally get it.
The sun is going down as we cross into Alaska and is full dark by the time we get to Tok. I briefly consider going into the RV campground to retrieve the stash I hid there but there’s no way I’d be able to with all the snow. We continue on, keeping ourselves going with music and conversation, already planning our next adventure. We know we’re going to do this again and we outline some of the changes we’ll make and ways to do things better. We pass familiar landmarks in the darkness, a faint green glow to the north, not enough to really call it auroras. We pull into our driveway at 1:22 am on the 24th of December, Christmas Eve.
What a trip!