The only way to drive from Kantishna to Juneau is... back the way we came... through Canada.
Read MoreKantishna Air Taxi treated us to amazing views on our way to Skyline Lodge in Kantishna. Oh, what an experience!
Read MoreAlaska is like you favorite bar in college: its quirky and run-down and held together with cracking linoleum. And by some miracle almost everywhere has LTE.
Read MoreWay back in the Tetons, Mom declared that she wanted to go zip lining. I laughed and said, "yeah, we'll do that" thinking she'd change her mind. Nope...
Read MoreJinks at Snowgoose Pond B&B knows the way to my heart; she made homemade biscuits for me again. Leaving Palmer for Denali was bittersweet.
Read MoreOn Sunday morning, I was eager to try Jinks' blueberry sourdough pancakes. Mom was eager to go to church and fellowship with kindred spirits.
Read MoreOn Saturday, the 38th day of our escapade, we headed into Anchorage to explore more fantastic places people have mentioned. These kind people did not mention Barnes & Noble or REI, but we stopped at those places too.
Read MoreSurprisingly, Palmer has a lot to offer...especially when you have errands to run. And errands we ran in the little town nestled between mountains.
Read MoreThe reason Jinks' Snowgoose Pond B&B smells like freshly baked scones is because she's always cooking something fabulous. Our morning started with amazing blueberry scones and French omelettes.
Read MoreThe fog densely hung onto the fjord as we left Seward. Dense fog seems to be a trend in Alaska.
Read MoreAfter checking out of Fast Eddy's, We turned right to finish the Alaska Highway in Delta Junction.
Read MoreWe drove 287 miles to end up in a beautiful hell of 113 degrees (that's Fahrenheit for my Canadian friends).
Read MoreWe set out from Dallas around 9am this morning. We made it 373 miles to Wichita after stopping in Oklahoma City to visit the memorial.
Read MoreAs I'm writing this, it's T - 24 hours until departure and my mom's suitcase still isn't packed... She has all of the anxiety about all of the things. I'm still planning (which seems as if I've been doing nonstop for days).
Read MoreReal living occurs when you're covered in layers of dust and doing laundry in the gas station. The The realization of how fortunate you are smacks you in your face, but also that you haven't truly lived until you're a highway vagabond.
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