This is Tezzy. When we found her, she was wet and freezing near Teslin in the Yukon Territory. We took her in our car and placed her on our dashboard to warm up and dry. Since that cold and rainy day day, she has been keeping an eye on us wherever we go.
Author: Yahulia
A Poem for the iCan (aka Alcan)
Over the mountains and through the snow We left Fort Nelson with a long way to go. Steamboat Hill was quite slushy and then Summit Lake Though we seemed to drive slow good time we did make. Fueled at Toad River, passed Muncho – that means ‘big’ Onto the hot springs Liard, but lunched with…
Down, Flannel and a Shovel
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.
A Bear-y Nice Trip Until the Leaves Fell
After sleeping in a bit on Saturday, we dressed warmly and headed to the Carousel in downtown Missoula. We had ridden it when our children were young and I wanted to ride it again for ole times’ sake. There was also a huge fly-fishing event going on in town so we were able to vender shop boats, clothes and artwork all involving fly-fishing. Imagine Rainbow Trout leggings! It seems we’re being primed to be back in Cooper Landing! With Missoula reminding us of Boulder, Colorado, what better thing to do than find a coffee shop and get something warm? I ordered a cinnamon hot chocolate that went down smoothly!