Whitehorse, Yukon Territories

Our last night in Canada. Our fifth night in Canada. We drove anywhere from 283 to around 400 miles most of the trip, which is nice in that we don't have to leave at the crack of dawn and drive until we are crazed -- and sunrise the day before yesterday was at 3:45 am...but which is not as nice, because it has taken us six days to drive from Washington to Alaska.

Let's see...we saw a moose today, it went running off into the woods when we approached. We have seen half a dozen bears, dozens of sheep and deer (that's rocky mountain big horn sheep, not the fuzzy wooly kind, and mule deer, we think), bison, and a porcupine-like creature. It was by the side of the road, and we thought it was road kill until it wandered away. I also saw a bald eagle. The dogs got all excited and ferocious at the bison, of all things. They didn't notice the Rocky Mountain sheep running along side the 'burb, but the bison standing there, barely moving as it grazed, they barked like crazy at. Fortunately they were snug in the back of the 'burb at the time...

Tonight as we were walking to a Chinese restaurant we walked by a bunch of people standing in front of a building. A very cheerful drunken man saluted us and then counted us off by banana. Mark was Banana One, Thor Banana Two, me Banana Three, and Zach and Tess Bananas Four and Five. We don't know what inspired the Banana countoff, as none of us were wearing yellow at the time...

Tomorrow we leave the Yukon Territories, the Feral Canadians, and the Banana Count behind, and will be spending the night in Tok, Alaska. And Friday we will be arriving in Anchorage and Fort Richardson, where we will be able to sign for our new quarters on post Friday afternoon. We have stayed in eight or nine different hotels in the last two weeks, and I am so ready to not be in a hotel any more. I am also so ready not to be spending six or seven hours in the Suburban. I love my Suburban, but I really don't love practically living in it...

More next time I find internet access! Thanks for all your comments!

Oh, yeah, and the feral Canadians came from Zachary, who was complaining to his dad that he had "been promised sightings of bear, and moose, and ...feral Canadians."