July 29th

From the moment I woke my mood was subdued by millions of thoughts racing through my head, collectively preparing myself for the journey ahead. Did I remember everything? Running over my checklist time and time again, assuring myself nothing would be left behind. Packing and unpacking, reorganizing then packing again, I utilized every possible inch of space. Most of my day was spent in this fashion, pouring over every little detail on the gear, food, clothing and most importantly, the vehicle. Every fluid checked, every bold tightened, spares counted and fitted for the thousands of miles that lay in store. Over the years I have racket up many miles, however this expedition will push myself and my equipment far beyond anything I have achieved. Winding down my frenzy of preparations, I met my father and brother at a coffee shop. We sat and talked for an hour or so, yet my mind still resides on the adventure at hand. My nerves grew weary as the time passed. Around 5 pm I decided to hit the road. I said goodbye to my dad and brother and headed for the interstate. Just before I turned onto the on ramp a though struck me. The trucks' alternator hadn't been changed. Not wanting to jinx myself I picked up a spare alternator. Now its off to Flagstaff where I'll camp for my first night.

July 30th

With the day consisting of pure highway driving, not to much excitement was felt. Being in familiar territory the current adventure also seemed far from reality. After stopping in Albuquerque for fuel and ice I continued east into the mountains. Glancing at my maps a bit of excitement grew within myself. I was passing the furthest eastern point I have ever driven. Thoughts filled my head of what lye ahead.

July 31st

Checking in from Moore, Oklahoma. With the first leg over, the Arizona to Oklahoma portion was all highway since the South West has been our home base and heavily explored the past few years. Today I'll hit the first patch of dirt roads headed into the back country. The next leg will land us in the Ozark Forrest, Arkansas.

August 1st

Hot Springs, AR - Little Rock, AR - Mississippi River - Memphis, TN - Clarksdale, Mississippi

August 2nd

Jackson, MS - Clear Springs Lake, Mississippi

August 3rd

Green as far as the eye can see. For a desert dweller this is a completely new theme. Trees, grass, lakes and rivers are scattered about the landscape. Much to my surprise Oklahoma and Arkansas have hills. Everyone I known from the area has joked of how flat everything is. Although the view don't change much the area is still beautiful.

Traveling on back roads in the South has proven to be a near impossible task. Within the hundreds of miles driven only one dirt road could be found. Well, I should elaborate. There are tons of roads that are drivable, but only a few that are on public land. Most are located on private property. Obtaining permission from a number of people would take a lifetime. One gentleman at a fuel stop explained, “There's nothing really to see until you reach North Carolina.”

Late Friday night I arrived in Pensacola Beach, FL. Turning away from the party scene I headed towards a campsite located on the peninsula. The gate was closed. I pulled off to take a few night pictures while I could. Off in the distance I noticed a car that seemed to be below the asphalt. Jumping back in the truck I started to leave but not before swinging by the car. A couple attempted to cross a small sand patch in their car. Needless to say they didn't make it. I offered a hand and with my trusty yank strap I pulled them out. Good deed completed on the trip, check. After the rescue I asked about the campsite, which I'm told was washed away from a previous hurricane. Well, back on the road to a new site.

August 4th

Pensacola Beach, FL - Panama City, FL - St Joseph Peninsula State Park, FL

August 5th

Cocoa Beach, FL

August 6th

Days at the beach are hard to beat, especially at a place as beautiful as Cocoa Beach, Florida. Sugar white sands, clear waters and great surf. Its very relaxing and tons to do. With the famous Ron Jon shop in town you can gear up for any beach outing. Most of my Monday was spent playing in the ocean. Waves about 3 feet tall were the biggest to crash into me. Off in the distance a large wave began to rise. Grabbing my boogie board I jumped into the passing crest. For a second I rode the wave, then literally sending me head over heals in the water, my board caught an edge. Onlookers had a good laugh. Aw, the times you wish you had a picture.

After kicking back at the beach, I took a friend's advice, that previously lived in the area, to take the tour at Kennedy Space Center. Upon arrival I headed to the “Rocket Garden” which features many of NASA's early rocket prototypes. All of them dwarf the model rockets I had as a kid. I spent a while seeing all the exhibits before heading for the tour line. Surprisingly the line for the tour buses move quite quickly despite the sight of it. First stop on the tour was the launch pad viewing platform. From the three story tower you can see most of Cape Canaveral including the Vehicle Assembly Building, Shuttle Launch Pad and the Crawler. Various other sights are visible.

Next stop was the Saturn V building. Placed within the actual Apollo command center you are transported to the last three minutes before launch. Buzzing voices mumble about checking systems before the go. Videos taken from the first Apollo mission are shown along with lights pointing out each piece of equipment portrayed. Slow rumbles develop into a deep roar as windows begin to rattle. Kind of cool I thought. Giving everyone an insight to the workings of a launch.

After the presentation we stepped into another room. “Wow,” “holey cow” and other amazed expressions came from the crowed. Towering, even on its side, the rocked filled a three story building. Incredible that this huge piece of equipment even left the ground, let alone reaching bullet speeds. Around the rocket are smaller models and exhibits. Not wanting to ruin the experience for any future travelers I'll stop here. This is definitely a place to visit for anyone interested in space and huge machines.

August 7th

I'll be saving my longer stories for later so I can update faster. Well, at lease thats the idea :)

Waking from a good nights rest I depart for Key West. Driving most of the day landed me on Long Key. Sixty miles short of my goal, but luck was on my side at the campgrounds. Completely booked, accept for a family who left early. While registering I ask the ranger about The Conch Republic. James a park ranger told me a story of a friend to couldn't get back on the mainland when the Conch Republic was formed. He had to bring his friends passport from home. After registering I drove down to Key West. Rain pored down when I went to take a photo by the southernmost point of the continental US. Thankfully a guy who was caught out in the rain took the photo for me. Kudos to him!

August 8th

Shuttle Launch. To watch the shuttle launch I parked on a small island for the road between Cocoa Beach and Merritt island. Glen & Victoria from Trinidad talked to me for a while. They live in Orlando currently and use to live in New York City. Glen wants to buy a sail boat and travel the South Pacific. His wife didn't seem to like the idea.

“Look there it goes,” people shouted, “go baby go.” A low rumble grew into a loud roar. Within a few seconds the craft was starting to arc eastward. Carrying a payload for the International Space Station. One of the astronauts on board, I'm told, was originally a teacher for the Challenger mission.

August 9th

Still no signs of dirt. Most of my day was spend on roads where I accidentally stumbled across the Patriots Point Naval and Marine Museum. Very cool find. There is an aircraft carrier, submarine, Coast Guard cutter and a few other ships. Unlike most museums you are allowed below deck without a tour guide. There was one place I didn't go, the engine room. For what ever reason I'm always freaked out by going that far into a ship.

August 10th

Seemingly driving for three days strait I settled into a small campground in Chattahoochee National Forrest, Georgia. Staying all day at the campsite was refreshing. I was able to reorganize all of my gear from the days of making messes.

August 11st

Chattahoochee National Forrest, GA - Atlanta, GA - Chattanooga, TN - Knoxville, TN - Sevierville, TN

August 12nd

Great Smokey Mountain National Park is a great place to visit. Calm and pristine, it definitely lives up to its name. There are some good hiking trails too. On my way eastward I stopped for gas. Talking to the clerk about my trip he suggested the Blue Ridge Parkway which starts just a few miles outside the park. Only driving about 80 miles on the parkway, I was impressed. Mile after mile there are beautiful landscapes.

August 13rd

Heading back to the beach, my next stop was Kitty Hawk. The Wright Brothers are amazing. I wish I could of been there!

August 14th

Unbeknown to myself, I apparently have an uncanny ability of finding the most popular campsites. Arriving at Assateague State Park, Maryland I stopped by the ranger office to reserve a campsite. The Park Ranger stationed said “This is the most popular beach around here. Most of the summer we are packed.” Sending me on my way, she pointed out a few other campgrounds in the area, one of which was just down the road. Assateague Island National Seashore was fulled to the brim as well. Although camping was not an option I did find a little piece of beach driving. For seventy dollars at this National Seashore you can drive on the sand down 30 miles to the border of Maryland/Virginia. Surf fishing and a few campgrounds are the main attraction. Wild horses also roam the island freely. One horse decided to stand right next to my driver door for a bit.

Setting off down the road I passed through Ocean City a mecca for tourists. Being on a budget I continued on just north into Delaware where beach driving is permitted. Turning down one of the small sandy paths lead me to deeper sand. Then suddenly, clunk! Popping the transmission back into first gear, I attempted to keep my momentum. Somehow the shifter slid out. Now blocking the trail, I jumped out and began airing down the tires. A faint voice to my left utters, “Are you stuck?” Slowly stopping, a lady in an SUV pulls up wanting to exit. Walking over to me she asks whats going on. Explaining as I get back into the truck, I rock for and aft to free myself. Heavy burning smells fill the air. White smoke billows from the transmission as I poke my head underneath while still sitting inside. Sitting back up, sand flies upwards from the SUV's tires as I kill my engine. We're beginning to have a sand party here.

Being the root of the problem, and felling a bit bad, I grabbed my shovel and started to help. While digging, one of the kids says “Were going to be stuck forever!” Laughing a bit, I finished up clearing a path aimed downhill. Her plan was to backup all the way to the waters edge and head for another exit. I add “What ever you do, don't stop!” With a blank expression, she hopped back in and backed down. From there she kept on going. I don't think she had seen the humor in the situation. Pondering for a moment I turned back to my own problem. Flattened down to nothing, my tires buckled creating a huge foot print. Another set of tires and another set of paths. Digging once again I cleared room for the axle as well. Restarting the truck my foot fell to the floor. Resistance slowly increased by pumping the clutch petal. Thoughts run though my head of the worst, no clutch. Sloppily going in reverse I slowly begin to move. Slipping and sliding the clutch didn't fully engage. Reaching the entrance I stopped to air up the tires and figure out what was going on. Turns out, my first attempt to escape overheated the clutch. With a little slop after an hour, I was able to drive again.

August 15th

Just over the border into New Jersey I stopped to update the maps on the Lowrance GPS. While stationary I heard yelling. Turing to the driver's window I see a man staring in. Where he came from I'm not too sure. He asked if I was broke down and needed a hand. I laughed, “No just stopped for a second.” The inquisition begins as to the meaning of the truck. After I explain he tells me that there are a few trails around the East Coast, but you just have to know where they are. Staring at my maps I eventually did find a few.

August 16th

North into downtown New York City for some traffic! Probably a bit stupid, but I had to do it. Traffic lights are a suggestion and lanes are subtle hints. Amazing none of the cabs are dented. Trying to find a parking spot was difficult. I found a parking garage and headed in. A lot attendant franticly runs from around a corner as a loud crash echoes. Apparently the height limit sigh is lower that it reads. The attendant forces me to back up into traffic even though my rig is shorter than seven feet.

August 17th

Onward to Boston. I drove around downtown and parked to get lunch. This time I fit in a parking garage. After lunch I headed out again. Later I stopped for gas and met a couple filling up. They told be I'm right where Paul Revere rode down to John Handcocks house. The first shorts of the Revolutionary War was down the way. I visited the Minute Man National Historical Park. Video and exhibits.

August 18th

Drove along the coast of Maine to Portland then headed up to Augusta. Stopped by Acadia National Park to hike a bit.

August 19th

No reservations right? So why not. Today I jumped across the border into Canada to explore the Maritimes. I headed for St. John to board a ferry to Nova Scotia. From there I planned to loop up and over back to New Brunswick. The St. John to Dubbins ferry just left as I pulled up. A guy in a orange jump suite said I would pay less to drive around. $150 for the ferry and $80 for gas. He also mentioned I would probably beat the ferry to the other side because of the five hour boat ride. I headed out to find a camp site, it was getting late. Back on the road a moose bolted over the highway. There a bit funny looking at full speed.

August 20th

Visited Prince Edward Island, or P.E.I. for locals, driving on a few local dirt roads. The island is beautiful. Looks a bit like England to me. Drove from down to Charolettetown then over to Wood Islands where I boarded a ferry to Nova Scotia. The toll collector asked if everything up top was secure then mentioned the water was a bit ruff. This was the first time I have been on open water. A little nerve racking, but no big deal. Fallowing the procession of cars I drove onto the lower deck.

Engines rumbled thought the hull as I climb to the observation deck. Once we were on open water I had to use the bathroom, which was an interesting experience. Swaying back and fourth is alright on deck where you can see the horizon, but below I acted as if I had been drinking since noon. Bouncing off the walls and staggering all over I found the restroom. When I attempting to stand up from the toilet I lost my balance. This was one of those moments where you can't help but laugh at yourself.

Making landfall I left to find a camp. Once I setup camp I met a fellow who invited me over for Corn Beef and Cabbage with his wife and friends. Dave was on his way back home from New Foundland. All of them were originally from there and had a bit of a Scottish sounding accent. We sat up and talked for a few hours about all kinds of things. These folks were awesome and I was glad to meet them.

August 21st

Nova Scotia - Halifax - Woodstock, NB

August 22nd

Did I made a wrong turn into France? They may learn English in school, but don't expect them to use it. Montreal is a very cool city and I would like to spend more time here. Though, getting around has bet a little difficult with the language barrier.

I met two girls outside Montreal. Acadia is from Wisconsin and her friend is half France and Chilean. They rode with me down to Toronto where they were to meet a ride share. Murat, a Canadian from Turkey was there ride. He asked about my truck and when I mentioned B.C. He asked if I could make a delivery to Vancouver. He is going to attend school there in a month. He is a summer cab driver in Chicago. We all met at Tim Horton's for coffee to talk about the border crossing and the delivery. Later that night a huge thunder storm rolled in.

August 23rd

In the morning I met the girls and Murat. I traded Murat forty dollars U.S. for Canadian. Murat also dropped off his luggage I was transporting for him. I stopped at Niagara Falls for an hour or so then crossed into the US. I was questioned about everything by customs. I think me being young and driving the truck was an issue. After a while I was let go. I stopped in Buffalo, NY to do some work. Camped at a service station on a toll road.

August 24th

Headed towards Erie, PA and stopped to organize my gear. Restocked my drink supply and purchased a box to relocate some equipment onto the roof. Also purchased JB Weld and Liquid Aluminum for the radiator problem I started having. Continued on to Pittsburgh where I stopped to use the restroom and grab a bite to eat. Walking out I met a guy. We talked for a bit. He is a pipe fitter looking to retire.

August 25th

Highways have been the theme the past few days. Listening in on CB channel 19 truckers talk about sitting in traffic for over 5 hours not moving an inch. I was closing into the Chicago area when the radio went nuts. All over the city was chaos. Lake Michigan had flooded parts of the area along with street lights reported out. Everyone was trying to find an alternate route. My self included, I asked others what roads were clear. Eventually I made my way downtown, six hours later.

August 26th

Nothing but more highway today crossing the plains. Yep, its flat!

August 27th

In the morning I visited Mt Rushmore in the Black Hills NF. Crossing into Wyoming I took off on dirt roads about 100 miles long. Yay! Back to my goal. Later in Casper I headed south for more dirt roads that dropped me near Colorado.

Stopped in Casper, Wyoming for fuel and ice. While I emptied the water from my cooler A guy started yelling because the water rolled his direction. Saying I was making a mess over there and I should be more considerate. Note it had been raining all day and water was standing everywhere. I said, "I apologize, but its only water." People who herd the commotion gave the guy a funny stare.

August 28th

Heading out of Boulder into the mountains I found a trail over the continental divide. While on Rollins Pass, one of the first over the divide, I busted a shock. Not sure how I did it since the trails is easy. Ending my offroading adventure I headed back to the pavement cutting my Colorado trip short. Driving on the pavement the rest of the way I headed south to Independence Pass.

Climbing the hill brought more problems. Apparently my leaking cooling system was due to a dead fan clutch. No air was moving over the radiator, overheating the motor. Once the motor cooled a bit I used some JB Weld to hold the clutch fixed, so air would flow. Hospitality in Colorado is great. While repairing I had at least five offers to help. The JB Weld worked until I stopped 200 miles later for fuel.

Restarting snapped the fix loose. I headed for Utah where I have family and where I can stop and fix everything properly. My problem cut my souther Utah trip off as well. I wanted to travel around Moab. Despite the breakdowns I still had a good time. Colorado has some awesome trials and backroads, not to mention the people are friendly.

August 29th

All interstate driving today as I nurse the truck into Tooele, Utah. Some of the roads made the passenger side bounce uncontrollably. You don't realize what parts really do until you beak them. Stopping by a auto parts store I picked up an electric fan and 2 shocks then headed for my families house. Once I got to Tooele, UT I relaxed the rest of the day. Over four weeks of driving strait can be draining.

September 2nd

My path has change completely within the past week. Traveling though Colorado I ran into a few vehicle problems. Up around 10,000 feet in the mountains I broke the left front shock forcing me to remain on paved roads. Later in the day the fan clutch gave out overheating the motor and cutting out my remaining trip through Colorado and into Moab. I headed to Tooele, where some family of my resides, for repairs and a bit of rest and relaxation. I've met tons of people and have had fun. Since I'll be waiting a week for parts I'll have time to update my journals.

September 8th

Caught up on posts, check. Truck fixed, not quite. Just an update on the breakdown. More parts broke that I originally noticed. Once I pulled everything apart I found the radiator sides were ready to fall off and the thermostat was stuck shut. I should have the new radiator this Tuesday if all goes well. Also replaced the brake pads, probably due to the past month's distance driven.

My next leg will land me in Montana and depending how the truck handles I may continue far north. Yep I'm talking Alaska. I'm excited, but there is a lot to do before I get there especially with Winter rolling in.

September 14th

After receiving the radiator and other parts on Wednesday, I installed them without any big issues. Yesterday I took a drive up Middle Canyon to make sure everything was ok offroad and up hills. At the top of the mountain there is an overlook of Salt Lake and Kennecott copper mine. I was relieved that I arrived with no boiling going on in the motor. All seems well, which means I'm back on the road! Today I'll be headed out to Wyoming again though the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone then up to Glacier over the next week. From Glacier I'll make another stop at a friends in Fortine, Montana for a week.

September 15th

Went for a hike around Jenny lake in Grand Tetons NP. Along the trail I came acrossed two sleeping grizzly bears 30 yards away.

September 16th

Got into Glacier later in the after noon. At 10 in the morning they were closing the road so I had to head out this evening. Got some good pics.

September 17th

In the morning I noticed the higher peaks were covered in snow. I headed off to the Eastern portion of the park where I could drive closer to the mountains due to the road closure. This was a little taste of what I might encounter further north.

September 18th

Visited for a day with Paul and Kathy.

September 19th

Worried about the weather I shoved off this morning. A band of storms were rolling in over the coastal mountain. Thinking if I wait any longer the worse it will get I packed up.

September 20th

Met up with Murat at Vancouver B.C. to drop off his stuff. He made me breakfast and we BS'ed for a while. He snow boards, which I didn't expect. Once again I traded in US dollars for Canadian. At that moment I started joking about being spys. There was quite a bit of cash from different countries laying on the table. After a short while I headed back out, he had class soon and I needed to get back on the road. Drove through a lot of mountains.

September 21st

Today was filled with all kinds of sights. Leaving 100 Mile House I continued thru Prince George to Kenyate. Topping off I headed up the Cassiar, or B.C. 37, to Stewart. Mostly paved, the Cassiar was a beautiful drive. Alternate route 37 to Stewart split the coastal mountains in two. The mountains jetted skyward beyond the clouds that blanked them in snow. Glaciers of all sizes dotted the steep slopes. Largest of all, Bear Glacier is an awesome sight. I went for a brief hike for some photos before continuing. Once I arrived in Stewart B.C. I passed through the border to Hyder, Alaska. There was no check point headed out of Canada, but there is one when you return. The woman on duty seemed suspicious of me. Probably due to my blood shot eyes from hours behind the wheel. After some convincing she let me pass. While looking for a campground I found a power line trail that leads to a hiking spot. Driving a few miles back yielded no camping. With light running out I proceeded to return to the road. Running out of steam, my night ended back at Bear Glacier.

September 22nd

Groggy and half asleep I hear a repetition of low thuds. Slowly the pitch increases. Looking out the fogged up window I see more fog. Then a black blob faded into sight. A helicopter was coming in for a landing. Exactly where I was parked. Crap. With no time to try and get the pilots attention, I cover myself back up. I'm guessing I thought the sleeping bag would save me. Rotor wash shook the truck with a violent force, then stopped. Thirty feet to my side the chopped touched down. Looking out the window I see a couple of guys in a truck and some fuel barrels. I'm not sure if they planed to scare the crap out of me, they did it anyways.

September 23rd

Last night was extremely cold. I woke to myself shivering. Damp matches make it almost impossible to light the heater. After getting ready I hopped out to stretch. A light snow had fallen over night.

September 24th

Tok, AK - Glennallen, AK - Anchorage, AK - Willow, AK

September 25th

The Dalton Highway... Four hundred and fourteen miles of mostly dirt roads. This was my main goal in Alaska, to drive as far north as possible on dirt. Sitting in Fairbanks I stuff every possible drop of fuel into the tanks for the long haul. Here I go. The drive north was awesome! Beautiful scenery, miles and miles of it. Sunlight shined down for quite a while. This threw me off a little. Not realizing the time I continued late into the evening. Around 10 pm the sun finally disappeared over the horizon. Anxious to reach Prudhoe Bay, and quite delirious at this point, I drove into the early morning. Signs of exhaustion started to show as I stared aimlessly into nothing while hugging the wheel. My eyes started playing tricks with me as well. Green blobs were all over. Wait a minute, thats not my eyes, thats the northern lights. Surprising it moves slowly to my belief. Quite an awesome sight. Blowing snow affixed my attention back on the road. Moments from pulling off the road to sleep for a while, I began to see lights on the horizon. It was Prudhoe Bay. I finally made it around 4 am. Time to pass out.

September 26th

Winds blasted the truck, shaking it all over during my rest. Eight o'clock and wide awake. So much for sleep. I make a few calls to family and friends to let them know of my arrival. I'm surprised there was cell service up here. After my “I made it” calls I headed back down. Windy conditions broke just outside Deadhorse. Caribou grased along side the road under the crystal clear skys. Out of the blue a low lying fog quickly enveloped me. A snow storm had rolled in from the west brought by the wind once again.

As I drove out of the snow storm I could see the Brooks Range covered in snow. Just yesterday only the peaks had snow. A storm overnight blanked the entire range. My speed reduced to 25 mph due to the icy patches that lead up the mountain. Truckers were few and far between. Those that did pass informed me of the severe weather South of the mountains. The pass itself was -17 degrees with snow a few inches deep. Coasting down the Southern slope I met the couple from Sierra Vista I had met yesterday. By now it was noon and they were on there way North. They stayed the night in Cold Foot. We talked for a bit about the weather and continued on.

I love extreme weather! And I'm in luck. As the mountains turned into hills, the wind picked up momentum dropping the temperature. Slushy roads froze solid with a inch or so of ice. I slowed to fifteen miles an hour and still slid all over the road. Somehow I overlooked a very important piece of equipment. Chains! Carefully tapping the brakes and gas I managed to drive quite far. Until I reached the Beaver Slide. Good name and thats what I did all the way down. Mostly sideways I slid down the very narrow, just wide enough for two trucks, road. Adrenaline pumped and my heart pounded. Stopping on the opposing slope I noticed the edge of the road dropped off 12 feet on each side. A bit rattled I chugged up the hill. I continued a few more hours in the same style, sliding down one side and up another.

Another prominent point on the highway, The Finger, stopped me dead in my tracks. Ice was even thicker on the upward slope. Halfway up my tires broke traction. With tires spinning freely, my truck slid backwards gradually turning sideways. I was headed for the edge this time. Letting off the gas I slowly applied the brakes. Creeping to a stop I try to figure out what to do. I called out on the CB to see if anyone was near by. A few truckers responded, but I didn't know where I was at the moment. Time dragged on. Eventually a truck popped up over the hill. "Are you stuck," rings out from the crackling radio. "Yep, I can't get up. Just slide backwards," I replied. Putting the truck in park, I climb out onto the roof rack. My yank strap was in the box up top. Grabbing the strap I climb down to the slippery surface. I slowly make my way up the hill and hookup the strap to the trucks. When I headed back to my truck I started to slide. I grabbed my truck's door while flying past to stop myself. Back inside I radio to the trucker, "ready." Slowly he pulls me up while continuing to slide all over the place. Once we were at the top we both got out for a bit. We joked around for a while. He gave me a bit of crap, which I deserved. I didn't catch his name, though he was a great guy.

The remainder of the Dalton was relaxing in comparison. Beyond sliding around there was stunning scenery all over. I wish I had taken more photos of the day although my attention was focused elsewhere. Tonight I'm getting a room!

September 27th

Fairbanks, AK - Delta Junction, AK - Glennallen, AK - Tok, AK

September 28th

Tok, AK - Whitehorse, Yukon - Morley River, Yukon

September 29th

Morley River, Yukon - Watson Lake, Yukon - Fort Nelson, B.C.

September 30th

Blizzard started blowing in overnight. High winds pushed me allover the passes.
Fort Nelson, B.C. - Dawson Creek, B.C. - Grande Praire, Alberta - Banff National Park, B.C, Canada

October 1st

Called Paul to let him know I'm almost there. He told me about his problem crossing the border.
Banff National Park, B.C, Canada - Cranbrook, B.C. - Fortine, MT

October 2nd

Fortine, MT