As we started out from Dawson Creek, the sky varied between cloudy and sunny, but sun won out until about 101 miles up the Alcan at a place called Won O Won. The flurries began to blow sideways until some rested, melted and made the pavement wet. I began the day’s drive and when we arrived at the top of Pink Mountain, my husband requested to stop at Sasquatch Crossing. He wanted lunch.
As I sit and write this blog post, it is preparation day for the Passover. This is the season celebrated as a memorial of the Israelites being set free from slavery. It began with the blood of the lamb on the doorposts of their homes and, after the death of the firstborn, continued with one million people exiting Egypt. We are finally seeing the ‘light’ to the end of our ‘misadventures’ and will begin our exodus to Alaska on Monday. It really does feel like we have been set free from a bondage that taught us a lot about RV dealers, manufacturers and trusting God for everything.
As the trailer was still under a structural Warranty, they contacted the manufacturer, Primetime at Forest River, who said they could fix it mid-February and it could take up to eight weeks to complete. The other openings were in July and October 2020! Though February put a little crimp in our plans with regard to camp hosting at Cherry Creek State Park Campground, we accepted the offer because we needed to start our trek north back to Alaska in mid-April. We wanted our trailer to be ‘like new’ so we wouldn’t worry about it falling apart on the road – something one of the Forest River folks told us could never happen.