I was just screechin down the Alcan listening to my V-8 player (anyone remember those?) when the road turned to gravel. If you’ve driven on a gravel dirt road, you know that 50 is about the limit that you can go unless you want to end up in the ditch. Some days, I drove 14 hours only stopping to gas up and buy food. One lady who had just pumped my gas, said “looks like you’re loaded for bear”! Clothes were hanging like a curtain of rainbows from a rod that extended the width my Pontiac Lemans.
As it was getting dark, I noticed an odd light in the sky bouncing around. They were mostly blues and greens. I stopped to behold the amazing Northern Lights. Believe it or not, I was spooked. I got the hebe jeebies and found a motel for the night. It had been five days since I had taken a shower. I must of smelled real ripe. To sleep in a bed, heavenly!
I started out in the early brisk morning anxious to get on my way to my dream – to see Alaska. I came to what I thought was a large river but actually, it was Muncho Lake where the water is such a deep mesmerizing green that I just wanted to stop and stay awhile. The color is emblazoned permanently into my brain. I always thought that someday I might return.
When I arrived at Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, I was amazed at what I saw on the Yukon River. Two paddle boats (sternwheelers) which are famous for traveling the Mississippi River. I was awe struck. In 1929 these boats were built to travel up the mighty Yukon River. White Horse was named after the White horse rapids on the river which resemble a horses flowing mane.
SS Klondike sank once 1936 but was restored in 1937.