Thursday,
Day 12
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| the open road |
Another
peaceful night, a full tank of gas, and six happy canines ready for their
morning nap. We are once again on the road. This is getting repetitive; it’s
the same drill for how many days? As few as possible is my motto. No need to
sightsee, I have seen this road and terrain so many times; I could almost do it
in my sleep. Speed and distance are the operative words here.
The
sun is shining and the roads are still dry. I can’t believe it. I am actually
warmer than I have been all winter in North Carolina. Something about the humid
cold chills me to the bone! The first four hundred miles are easy, but then it
gets a bit monotonousness. I begin to think of my reward for driving 650 miles
today. Ah, the Airport Chalet in Whitehorse, a Glenlivet on the rocks and
something yummy to eat. That’s it!
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| Sleeping dogs |
We
finally arrive after filling us with gas three times at the tune of (highest)
$1.67/liter. So there is 4+ liters in a gallon so the price of gas here is? You
do the math, I don’t want to know. We must get off this highway so the goal
tomorrow is to get into Tok, Alaska another 500+ miles. But in the meantime I
stop at the Airport Lounge and enter like the lounge lizard I really am.
“Do
you have Internet?”
“
Yes.”
“
Do you have a table with a plug-in for my laptop?”
“Yes.”
“Can
I get drinks and food in here?”
Another
“YES.”
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| running with the Bisons |
Sign
me up. I have a blog to update! And so it was, for the next couple of hours I
have Scotch on the Rocks, which incidentally is 2-for-1 because it is ladies
night! Imagine that. Never mind how many, it’s not that important! I then order
a glass of Cab with my dinner. A French Dip sandwich that isn’t all that great
because well, it is microwaved beef. I can always tell by the temperature and
the texture, UGH. But the drinks are obviously good, the blog is updated and I
am happy because I can still walk.
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| morning nap |
I
return to the van for another night of comfortable (well sort of) sleep. The
dogs prefer to hog the bed and it’s hard to stretch out unless I get aggressive
about it and then I feel bad. After all they didn’t have the luxury of hanging
out in the lounge and having cocktails (how many?) for a couple hours, so I
will put up with them stretching across the bed while I curl up in my postage
stamp spot. But don’t think about taking all the covers! What’s a dog lover to
do, anyhow?
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| another herd |
Tomorrow
we will be out of Canada after only two nights on the Alaska Highway and three
nights in total from Woodinville, WA. This has to be a record. As I muse about
the driving it occurs to me that I am done with this long-ass trip. I want to
fly out next time and buy a car wherever I go. I will miss the Adventures with
Dora but hey, all things are subject to change. After all she just might enjoy
her Golden Years in a more relaxed fashion in town with an occasional camping
trip in the Greatland.
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| Dora, Dora! The Explorer |
Or,
she might enjoy being a Glamping alternative for a time. What does the new
buzzword Glamping mean? It’s a combination of glamorous and camping, one-step
up from tent camping but without the hassle and expense of an RV. It can really
mean whatever you want it to mean. With her surround sound, comfy bed with a
down comforter and lots of pillows, a VCR that plays old movies, a corkscrew
and bottle of wine waiting – Dora is the perfect alternative to tent camping,
and so much more comfortable. Plus she has the wheels to move you around. The
girl just might be on the market this summer for anyone wanting a cozy place to
sleep in Homer after a hard day halibut fishing on Kachemak Bay. Dora, Dora the
Explorer will show you a truly fine time! After all, she now has a heart of
Gold - I have the debit card slip to prove it!
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