In this interesting story, the author Drove the ALCAN Highway so Many Times, but she'd do it again.
“What I love about this story is the contrast between the past and present conditions of the highway.” Marci
by Becky-Cowen-Cornelius
On one of our trips, we actually ran into a forest fire. I remember fire on both sides of the road. My dad just kept on going. I thought we were surely going to be engulfed by flames, but dad said we would be okay and dad was always right.
My family's first trip on the ALCAN Highway was in 1961-62. I was 8-9.
Mom, dad, brother (5 years older), and me.
We were moving to Alaska!
My
dad had been up to Alaska when he was in the Air Force and thought
Alaska would be a great place to raise us kids. Every couple years we
would drive out on the highway to visit family in Virginia, Texas, and
Louisiana.
We never flew out of Alaska as a family. We always drove the ALCAN.
I
guess it was cheaper for the 4 of us to drive out rather than fly out. I
never gave it much thought. As a kid, it was just another adventure.
We traveled in an old Nash Rambler station wagon, or a Chevy suburban and I always had the very back to myself. I loved it.
My dad always joked that I was watching where we have been as I always faced the back window.
On
one of our trips, we actually ran into a forest fire. I remember fire
on both sides of the road. My dad just kept on going. I thought we were
surely going to be engulfed by flames, but dad said we would be okay and
dad was always right.
One year we actually got 3 flat tires at
one time. My dad had to walk a ways to the nearest gas station and thank
God there was one reasonably close by, I haven't a clue what we would
have done if there wasn't one.
But other drivers on the highway were always very helpful to others. It was different back then.
At
this particular time once my dad got to the gas station you can imagine
his surprise when he can upon some close friends of our family that
happen to be at the same gas station dealing with 4 flat tires. Long
road, small world.
On the ALCAN there are many small signs that
read 3 killed here 1961, or 2 killed here 1963, etc. etc. Seeing these
signs was very sobering. They were eventually taken down, but they were
there quite a few times when we made the journey.
The highway use to be very narrow with severe cliffs and straight drop-offs where the bottom was nowhere to be seen.
The
constant dust was awful. We tried to keep it out of the vehicle using
many methods, but it always made it in. My mom, who suffered from
asthma, had a tough time.
I don't remember not getting a broken windshield on any of our journeys. It was
just the price one paid before the highway was paved.
Once we ended up with a hole punctured in our gas take.
We managed to keep it from leaking by sticking gum in the hole until we could get it fixed properly.
Last time I
drove out, I believe was in 1999-2000. There were 3 of us and a cat,
dog and hamster. We all wrote daily in a journal that we kept. We had a
great trip, stopping at many places along the way. No horror stories of
incidents on the road what-so-ever. The road was in great shape, and it
was smooth sailing.
I would travel the ALCAN Highway again.
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