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I'm actually writing this on Thursday, June 4th, but as I've been driving along I kept realizing that I should have done more of a forward to this story. I keep remembering that this whole trip was inspired by my Dad, the man who passed on his wanderlust gene to me. Dad loved to travel and loved to drive; he who had been a truck driver for about 40 years. Probably every place I've been and every place I'm going, my Dad either went to or talked about going to. After retirement, he and Mom made a trip to Teton and Yellowstone and were planning to include Glacier when my Mom got sick and they had to go home. At least that's what I remember. My brother Ron, blessed with a better memory for all of our family events, can correct me if I'm wrong.
I know my Dad's dream was to drive to Alaska and he talked many times about what an adventure driving the AlCan Highway would be. Therefore, I'm dedicating this trip, in my mind at least, to my Dad. May he see the things he didn't get to see through my eyes.
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HeatherLauren
Heather Lauren
Grandpa
I didn't know I got my love of traveling and my love of driving from grandpa. That makes me feel closer to him!