We were supposed to leave Alaska Saturday.
We were supposed to leave Alaska Sunday.
By 1am Monday, we'd made it all the way to a hotel...in Wasilla..2 miles away.
I often mention that our house in Alaska is 5 minutes from Target. This hotel is between our house and Target. Just to give you a frame of reference.
Problems aplenty! Too much weight. Too little space. Fuses blowing. Oil spilling. No food resulting in crankiness. There's more (there's always more), but I can't even get into it without asking why the simplest of tasks often become difficult for us. (Why are landfills, for instance, not open on Sundays???)
Midnight-ish |
Yesterday, we made it to Tok, and gained some wi-fi for the first time in 3 days.
My fingernails are dirty, my hands are raw and chapped from "hard work", and I've worn the same thing for 3 days. I have no desire to change into real clothes. I suppose it doesn't matter...we're trying to head into the Yukon today after all.
Anyway, we're hoping to make it to Whitehorse. You know, if they let us into Canada. It's also always nerve-racking wondering if they're going to let you out.
Our biggest concern is running out of gas. This is 2013. That shouldn't be a concern.