Anyway, when Auntie's body said it had enough of dance, she retired and stayed in Chicago a while but just decided last month she'd had enough and declared she was coming back to Alaska. So she packed up, Grandpa flew down to help with the driving, and they hit the road. 7 days, 3700 miles, 75 hours of driving and $1800 worth of gas later, she's home.
For your enjoyment, we have the obligatory "We survived the Alcan Highway" pictures. Enjoy!
The Official Alcan Cat, quality testing the packing boxes.
Getting ready to hit the road.
Caribou! The original Alaskan Roadblock!
Straddling the Alaska-Canada Border.
Auntie almost didn't get this one, a second later it slipped behind a spruce tree.
Home! This is the next morning, when it snowed a couple inches over night.