MILE ONE OF THE ALCAN HIGHWAY AND A DAY IN PEACE

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DAWSON CREEK is mile 0 on the alcan highway ... A DAY IN PEACE

… yes…, a very strange title for a blog …, however, we are in “peace county,” British Columbia …, just crossed the “peace” river“, and truly, Greg and I are at peace with the world .

… I’m trying something new --- blogging as we proceed down the road … a few miles back we took pictures of ourselves standing at mile marker on the ancan highway …the pictures show us in bright sunshine , with a strange blue background for pillow soft cumulus clouds … and here we are a few minutes later in a heavy rain storm …

“ah, the smell of rain …”
-JefferGreggor

… we are averaging 19.5 miles per gallon … a little lower than the 23-24 that I normally get on the road … the aliner pulls like a dream …

… this morning we were on the prairie and now we in rolling forest country … aspen (we would probably call them popular trees) are intermixed with evergreens …

… the alcan highway was begun in the spring of 1942, a few months after the attack on pearl harbor, … and was completed as a “most rough road” in the early fall of 1942 … since that time, improvements have been made for the last 68 years during the summer months … and to answer your unasked question, the road is paved all the way … for detailed info on the Alcan, go to google …

Greggor -
We end the day in Fort Nelson. The largest town since heading into the bush. The men and women sit on saddles instead of stools when bellied up to the bar here. This would catch on in the Lower 48 and probably sell many beers and encourage orders of ribs, fries and key lime pie . . .

We close this blog with words from GR and Huston Smith - some good advice for those on the road:
“I understand the feeling that things are not good, and that there is a need to do something different … but until it is said with specificity what it is that is better that what exists in the present, … then we are really only riding a wave of frustration, and that’s thin ice …

I think it is fundamental that when there is contemplation of change that we stick to that which is most important. When we …, when I make secondary or tertiary things primal, I become bogged down in a morass or go flying off the handle in destructive ways …” GRRRRRR

“We are drawn to and become like that which we love.”
-Huston Smith

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Photos

SUNRISE
Sunrise over Grand Prarie

beaver
worlds largest. "yes, that is a rodent"

clouds over ridge
more sky eye candy

Bear sign
Bear #3

construction
Construction on the Alkan

road
Black spruce forests to the left and right . . . blue sky and clouds in constant change - morphing into beautiful shapes and figures.