The drive was full of pictures just like this...a different kind of
beauty from the day before. Long, rolling hills, which the Bus didn't
enjoy, but was a trooper anyhow.
We crossed the border at about 12 noon, and didn't realize that we
were still a good two hours from my brothers house. It seemed like
forever. We had been driving for quite a while now, and needed a
break. Somehow, we had disillusioned ourselves into thinking that
as soon as we got over the border, we'd be home free. Must've been
some of the wounds we received from crossing the border the OTHER way.
When we finally arrived, my brother informed us that if we wanted to go to Alaska, the best time to go was that night. Not the thing us weary travelers wanted to hear, but hey....how often do we get to go to Alaska so cheap? We sucked it up, and that night at 8:45 p.m., we were off....see the next page.